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Photographs The girl I love sits with shining eyes, surrounded by stars, black and white features, lily white skin printed on paper, with a smile that kills me. The girl I love laughs softly. In the summer breeze of Dorchester bay her hair like a red flame plays upon the wind, green grass and blue waters behind her. The girl I love wraps her arms around me. Sunlight pours onto her shoulders and face, the crisp Maine air kissing us from the beach. Her skin is painted within bright colors swirl on her arms and neck, illuminated by soft summer sun. The girl I love lay in bed with me in a dark room that was ours for one night. She lay her head on my chest and stroked her fingers across my arm. Silently we made love in our heads and then loudly with all our bodies. The girl I love is free, her spirit flies places to which I cannot follow. She is herself with honesty that no one else has. She makes my existence feel like a lie when I’m not near her. The girl I love lies naked across my bed on an October night, moonlight shining through my window. Shadows play across her breast, I can see her smiling in the dark, Pink Floyd playing on the stereo I kiss her stomach a hundred times as she combs her fingers through my hair. The girl I love loves me when no one else has. The girl I love is loved by me when no one else has been. The girl I love lives far away. Separated by water and land I remember her hand on my body and I shiver. The girl I love was lost to me because I chose myself over us. The girl I love doesn’t hate me because she is better than me, better than my dreams. The girl I love believes in me when I don’t believe in who I am. She sends her strength even when I can’t feel it, it’s there. The girl I love is coming soon and I can’t wait to be in her arms again, hands wrapped around her skin, face hidden between her shoulder and face, tears on my cheeks. |