The Canary Cowards

by Jescie Hall

This kiss is the kind you wish to never have. You feel it in places you didn't know existed. Stretching to parts that will forever remember this and the way it changed you. Knowing it will be one of those moments you look back on when you're older, cementing in time.

It’s apparent there's a deeper meaning by the way he's now turned toward me, studying every part of me with his eyes, like the answers to the meaning of life reside somewhere inside me.

“Missed ya, Chief,” he says with that sexy smirk. What is breathing? I've never heard of it, nor do I know how to do it anymore.

“Tell me I can love you the way I need to in order to breathe,” he whispers his demands like he does. “Tell me you’ll let me back in.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, gazing at my lips, then back at my eyes. “For being everything I’ve ever wanted and needed. For being everything I never thought existed.”