I fell in love with the shoulder

< Alexander Oleshko



I fell in love with his shoulder ...
It sat at the table opposite, playing with sunlight to break through the window Cafes. Solar flare flies over billions of light-years, perhaps even some of them were the children of prominence who gave their lives for something to play with her skin, to try to induce perspiration and disappearing, take with you a little bit of moisture of her body, leaving a tiny, invisible to the human eyes, salt pellets. Smell the sea. Lonely birthmark like stated its dual experience of thinking that changes the skin of his presence, but at the same time and makes it unique.
His presence is resurrected all the light, quivering, good in me. As if its frequency is poured into me the tenderness of vanilla cream.