A planet moves under my foots grasp. The street lamps pulse in my stomach. Arctic weather dances through my body, winter pleasures gain life. Time is forfeit to love. Juvenile eyes stare into perfection, and heaven crashes into earth. Look into her female soul, and hear the cherubs song. Her touch, her skin combining with this hurricane that is me, words and communication lay silent. A feeling the human mind fails to grasp. Eden is her name, fit only for the amazing art that she is. This woman that is a holy paradise. The hour hand strikes 11, and Im starring off into nothing. Lying awake in forgotten space, my head wrapped in a stale pillow, waiting for completion, ready for a girl that does not exist.
