It always happens someplace between the shoulder and the curve of the neck. The timing is between the flutters of each eye, syncing for a change and then closing into relaxation. It's in the fingertip on the opposite cheek and the way the forehead leans deep into the offered concave.
It's in that smell too - the one of mint chewing gum and the way the sun melted into the skin during the day and then cooled with the sunset.
It always leaves the skin smelling someplace like dew and distinctly human.
It's in the way the lips aren't moving, but are there just the same - the way the brain takes a backseat and the body falls where it would left to its own devices.
It feels quite possibly like music when it ebbs and crashes over the senses with meaning that can only be interpreted without lyrics.
Perhaps.
But it starts with the soft spot between the shoulder and the neck, the rest of the chin, and the sensation of a smile felt someplace overhead.
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