Cold

[heonynchans]

 Cold.

It’s cold.

The water is cold.

The haunting melody of the crickets are cold.

The taste of death on Kevin’s tongue is cold, shaking him down to his core.

The embrace of the sky is cold, shaking Kevin’s senses awake.

The sight of the moonlight is cold, shaking Kevin out of his lucid dream. Kevin tries to close his eyes and picture the warm boy who loved him, only to find nothing instead.

Darkness.

Darkness is cold.

Kevin feels like drowning.

Drowning is cold.

Everything, it seems, is cold.

“Am I cold, then?” a voice calls out, gentle and soothing as Kevin opens his eyes. His body collides with another as it floats downstream, suddenly stopping as he meets two warm chocolate eyes.

Warm.

Warm?

“Jacob,” Kevin whispers. Jacob smiles at him.

“Welcome to the afterlife, baby,” Jacob whispers, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Kevin’s lips.

Warm.

Warm is his lips.

Warm is his body, tingling from this odd new feeling.

Warm is Jacob’s hands, pulling Kevin from the icy water.

Warm is Jacob, who melts Kevin like an ice cube before showing him the world of the dead.

Warm is the love in Kevin’s veins, for his lucid dream can now last an eternity.

You’re cool, like the moonlight that purified me from the sun’s scorching rays.

You’re cool, like the icy river that froze me when the world was burning away.

You’re cool, like the lover who dreamt me up when his dreams needed warmth that day.

Jacob exists only in Kevin’s mind, but he finds a way to him past the present.