Friday, September 02, 2005
recovery
what a night.
my beauty lies to the beholder-Him
Anticipation tingles my skin,and his hand is cold as it rest in mine.The shadows of the trees dance on his dark featured face.Moonlight eerily bounces off the river.The moonlight reflects the cold beats of sweat bulit up on his neck.We came clearing in the park, our clearing.It's the first place we sat together for two and a half hours together.We both involuntarily sat on a brick, hand in hand,shoulder to shoulder,leg to leg.Unconsciuosly, he brushes of a smudge of eyeliner off my face.I lean on to him.As we laughed,i looked at his face for a quick observation.His eyes seeks reconcillation.The moonlights bathes us in a luminious light, but its just dark enough to see only sillhouettes.The birds up in the sky sang a lovely melody.And for one brief shining moment,he's the boy i've been missing for.
marfi @ 1:52 AM