I hear your gentle breathing
The rise and fall of your chest...

It’s too simplistic
Too primitive...

Paint me a tapestry
Colors richer than the red wine, the fresh fruit...

Auburn hair strewn over lined, wrinkled paper
Mascara pollutes her tears, falling downward...

It smells of sweet, fresh grass
Crinkles and whines as our bodies crush each blade...

Try and decorate these plain walls with splashes...
The brilliant color is only temporary, my mood...

Our planets assemble themselves, we can feel the...
The Apocalypse...

One from two.
Headfirst blind dive into your intoxicating scent...

When you bowed on one knee it was obvious you'd be...
Walking away you sat erect on your jewel encrusted...

There she is
That girl on the bench...