melting

I’ve been wondering if you’ll blush when I run my hands over your face and down your neck to your throat, when I tell that you’re beautiful from the inside out, when my eyes penetrate you so fully that I can read the language in your mind before it reaches your tongue. I wonder how you will feel when I cradle your vulnerability in the firmness of my hands, or in the softness of my heart ― what will happen to your breath, your nervous system, the million minor worries that you carry like a cloud of insects on your back. I wonder if you will melt like I do, as quickly as a sliver of ice in boiling water, or a palmful of coconut oil on hot skin.

— heidi kalyani, 2017 
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line