Faded Memories
The curve of his nose, so soft and delicate, inviting me in for a kiss. Nuzzled tenderly against my head, as he kisses my temple. His eyes follow me slowly, always jumping at the chance to meet mine. Compassionate, devoted, loving, stirred, exquisitely made brilliant blue cesspools. Colors shifting like the tide laps upon the beach, stealing my attention, as the waves steal sand. The sun and the moon of my world, him. Skin wrinkles, tensing up in pleasure, happily jumping to form a smile. Cheeks turning to a deep day’s beginning. Gingerly pressing his lax pallid lips against mine. I feel complete, whole. Everything for once in this crazy world is right. Their pastel color and soothing warm sparks my soul. Long delicate locks shine without the help of the sun. The fire upon his head. My beautiful mess. Gingery and soulful. Such a sight it is, to see him.
