| 13. DELICATELY BEAUTIFUL |
| I taste the air. I'm feeling lucky. My lonely hands are met by yours. I need my actions to motivate me so I can learn to shrug the hurt. Your hair is twirled by your fingertips. This is something I can't miss. Our words entangled on this evening leading to compassion's kiss. How can I forget your eyes ablaze with laughter? Would I admit your smile has made me flattered? Take my hand and hold it close, in case time's sands decide to boast. I know my dreams were meant to aide me in memories of lonely's ghost. I hold you closer. I'm feeling nervous. Intensity's all I can see. I lean in to give you a whisper, but it's odd how I can't speak. I kiss your neck to let you know I won't be here after tomorrow. Our promises unraveling quickly; our options tantalizing but empty. Falling deeper into each other's arms, this moment is so amazingly true. Your clothing is strewn in my room, but it's nothing I will argue. Your waist is so delicately beautiful. Our compromise is seemingly incredible. I can't think. I can't breathe. It doesn't matter because you're with me. |