The earth has a pulse which is beating at many rapid paces, yet when combined, it makes a single, solid, soothing melody to which my heart can't help but beat along to.
The movement of the sky sends strands of fine silk, like thread, through the whipping winds, and I lust to run my gentle finger tips through it.
There are light brush strokes which come to form what appears to be soft rose petals, and I want nothing more than to push my lips against them and kiss along their crevices.
And then, the sun hits the earth, and I gaze into too pools; two deep pools that can almost trace the remains of my long ago tattered heart, and I can't help but sink deep and get lost in them.
And I want to get lost and stay lost in you.
I want to wrap myself up in you and never unfold.
I want to touch you and never have to worry about taking my hand away.
I want to be your canvas, a canvas to paint images of beauty upon.
Written - 08-08-03; 1:08 AM
Posted - 08-27-03; 4:46 PM
Jenna White