When
I look
Into your
Eyes, what do you
See? a mirrored life
Masking tranquility.
Vanilla scented love keeps
Me close, intoxicating in
Its simplicity, flowing freely,
Marking days, the drumbeat of my
Life a silent echo, filling
The void with snippets of time
That continue to tell
Me that I love you.
Seen from afar,
I forget
That you
Breathe.
Passing, the light mist of perfume saturates his senses.
Dizzy with lust, thoughts obscured by the quick nod and flick of the hair.
The calculated, pensive look, carrying an almost sad quality, dominates the ink stained paper in front of her.
Seen together, but always separate, beauty is renewed daily with the glimpse, the almost forgetful hello, the not knowing.
