The Unjust Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Once something, was now nothing, infinite and definite - his lips to my lips, his hand on my face, my hand on his face, each kiss so repeatitive, but just as beautiful and new as the very first, when his leaned towards me, so shy, so innocent, so scared. His hands on my shaking body, eyes caught in an entrapping gaze with mine - the day I’d fallen in love.

His hands pulled past my shirt, his fingertips trailing up my back, along with the breeze - moving his hands under my breasts, massaging my rib bones, poking through my skin and shirt, more noticable the further aroused I became, arching my back pushing out my breasts, purposley for his mouth to caress.

I could feel his affection soaking through my clothes as he pulled me closer to rest his head on my chest, like the twilight of life, I could feel the rythme of soft rain sprinkle my face, I could feel his warmth and sadness with wind of pins and needles, his arms were safest wrapped tightly around me, as he was safest in mine.

Dedication to a loving lie and truth, honesty so tainted with hands too dirty, it was a caressing sin, a decieving absolute - he and I, one no more then the other, non-exhistant without the counter part, lost and lonely and scared, wandering hopelessly, faithlessly, through a nothing so dark and morbid, chaos is expectedly normal and welcomed.

With hearts so cold, and veins long dried and shriveled, we held to the idea, we could be together, through cruelty, through hate and judgement, through deception and secrets. Not he nor I had expected such reality, from something so experimental.