Such bright lights rest
within these stars; will
his eyes ever contain all
the radiance? His frenzied
fingers run throughher curious hair.How did he find thesunlight-condensed
capturing her invinciblethoughts as if they hadalways been his andwrote some nights
with violet ink that
danced barefoot on
frost-kissed pages
that once summed up
danced barefoot on
frost-kissed pages
that once summed up
her entire essence. Shekissed the sacred flamesthat burned deep inthe core of his soul,
with her lipstick-stained
lips in crimson deep. They
tasted like honey-dipped figs;
his brief laughter kissed
with countless sunsets.
lips in crimson deep. They
tasted like honey-dipped figs;
his brief laughter kissed
with countless sunsets.
But these unkempt stringsof fate ached as they quietlyescaped the wheel of fortune.