#you never realise just how small he is #underneath all those clothes #coat and suit and shirt and tie #he’s surprisingly thin #when you get him out and pale and wide-eyed in the blue of after-evening #when you kiss his neck you feel the mountains of his spine beneath your fingers #perfect valleys to fit your hands into #you could play him like a piano #all ivory and ebony and pale smooth skin #his spine is the ladder you climbed to see the sun again #he touches the handprint on your shoulder #and gives you permission to climb even higher than that #he’s surprisingly thin underneath it all #but the glory inside him is wide as the world #and the bones and angles of him fit #like puzzle pieces #against yours #there’s a melody in that spine #and it sounds like armageddon
