Her smile…
the way the corners of her mouth
pull up like delicate curtains…
her lips parting softly as her eyes
subtly shine like the stars both
young and old powdered across the
sky that night when she held me in
her arms lovingly, wrapped around
me in a silent “I care.”
how her cheeks slightly darken and
reach up to her eyes, those eyes that
hold secrets, those eyes that hold
the meaning behind each and every
breath that passes those lips that
draw me in.
She IS my passion.
She IS my reminder that there is good in this harsh world.
She IS my light.
Poetry