I touched the untouchable,
I kissed the unkissable,
and her hair swallowed the night,
the moon's light,
and shone it through her eyes,
perfect and bright,
and i watched, illuminated,
until I could no longer see
and she took my hand
and led me through life,
to peace and rest
and warmth and breath.
10 years ago
4 comments:
Careful Pete, ol' boy, girls are fire.
I get the feeling it isn't precisely about a girl... or maybe it's a moment sublimated and imagined into an image of something more than just an encounter.
That's what I seem to see, anyway.
Again, you strike me as something too beautiful for words.
thanks for the comment...and in regards to galen...he's wrong, or rather maybe he's right about the girl that was burnt him.
so anyways, how are you doing?
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