andyouwhisperedhurry:

We were looking up at the clouds when the rain started coming down in buckets of our favorite colors.  Streams of indigo, violet, blue and silver filled our mouths when we grinned up at the sky, falling thick like paint over our skin and catching in the lines of our knuckles.  You spread your arms and I laughed my way into them, joking that it was heaven all along and blinking the blues out of my eyes.  The sky might have been an array of colors, magenta and all the forgotten hues, but we would never know, living in the textures of each other’s lips and watching nature make a canvas of our bodies.  I remember asking if you would stay forever, and you said for as long as color existed, and then I finger painted on your chest and you wouldn’t take your hands off me and it was warm and you said even if we woke up black and white, you’d stay with me.

We fell asleep smiling and kept each other soft, hands in hair while the paint dried itself into a memory, and when we woke up we weren’t surprised because we’d always known we were a work of art.