I look at him, I lift my face and he lowers his.
He looks at me, he moves a breath closer, I feel his hands hovering around the sides of my face.
Our mouths are as close as the closed wings of a butterfly.
We each move closer, and the distance between us thins further, a veil of silk, a breath.
Everything has stopped.
—jon mcgregor, if nobody speaks of remarkable things (via milkwoods)
(via lovelybluepony)