Your hands fold together and you murmur what you need. I pray with you, watching your lips move beneath the tent of your fingers, worn and rough like mine.
You move with some sort of masculine grace- not like the smooth and fluid movements of a woman, but as though you are separate from the plane of reality I believe in. As if calculating each stretch of muscle and tendon beneath skin, you rise from your kneel and I follow as I always have, because you stand taller and straighter and look like you know where you're going.
And we both walk like that, but you do it better simply because you are you, and I envy you.
Regardless, my eyes scan y
Great thanks to my cats at Annicon!....though I do admits you got the markings on the opposite cats they are ment to be on.....oh oh oh, the picture you drew could be the gender bent versions of mine and my boyfriend's cats..... :3 you give me ideas without meaning too..... I think a lot of people do that....oh sorry I'm rambling.....I should to now...yeah...goodbye, Senpai!