she tastes like sand [rey]
Her lips crumble beneath yours and when you pull your hands away from her bare body, they're coated in sand. She tells you not worry as she covers you in herself, tells you not to go because her clogged heart will burst if you leave her to her loneliness.
Every night she visits your dreams, marking dismal lands within your subconscious with her. Naked, inviting, with such soft, crumbling lips. There are grains of sand clinging to her dark eyelashes. Whenever you inhale beside her, the sand blocks your throat and dries your mouth, but you don't stop breathing.
“Are you real?” you ask, your voice rough. Every word stings.
“As real as the sand beneath your feet,” Rey replies, grinning.
Such beautiful lips, it's a shame they're covered in sand. She holds your hand as you go ambling aimlessly through the desert like lovers on a trail. Before you go, you promise to return to your lonely lover made entirely of sand. There are never remnants of her in your bed when you wake to snow on the sill.