The scenario plays itself to the best of perfections
You're sitting there beside me
Blue eyes ablazed in the most aquatic way
Your heart &mind exposed to it's most amorous capacity
Chills run up my spine at the thought of where we are
To feel the strength of your hand in my delicate hand
makes my breath escape in a tiny pant
You become a ready puddle of love
I clinch your skin
&pierce the reality w/ my tight eyes to preserve the moment in my consciousness
...just to awaken to an empty hand, a cold side of the bed and a breath that only pants in exasperation
Blurry eyes reveal I was only next to you
in my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem