Who do I think of when I am asleep?
Who is she?
Thoughts of her blend together in shimmering pastels and swirl around me while the rain pours down from the heavens.
I touch her with the tips of my fingers, and watch her from beneath lowered lids through a soft periphery of lashes.
I want to lean closer, my hands want to press down on the wet grass, and my cheeks touch her cheeks, then I pull back and my tears glitter in the moonlight on her skin; I come close again and brush them with my lashes.
Back against back, head leaning against her shoulders and I have never felt as safe as I do right this moment underneath the deep black sky with the trees rising high above us, around us, and the stars shining and shining-
The world is quiet, it is cold and still. Not a blade of grass moves but this is the silence of life … breathing, pulsating, beautiful.
Nothing needs to be said. The air around resonates with a soft warm love that emanates from her eyes as she turns to look at me … it dances in delicious tingles down my spine and she smiles and her breath kisses my lips.
She slowly fills my senses … and I gently fall in love …
Who are you? Who…
And you that I love with love so deep… do you love me too???
Spartacus
4 comments:
nicely written.. special thing is u wont get bored reading it. thought and their presentation is good.
a beautifully written piece...kinda wish u hadnt ended it with 'and then i woke up'...i have a aversion to pieces ending like tht...but ive read 2 posts so far, i like ur work
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