I can hear her smiling today,
I can see her, pierced by a thousand gazes, admiring her beauty, her very elegance,
Her golden lustrous aura spills of sunlight, blinding them, telling them that she can see none. But still, does the sun ever distinguish the wavering speck of cosmic dust?
I can trace her thoughts wandering, in utter forms of ecstasy, warming her up inside, spiraling down her spine,
There is a cleared out space inside her head, and I transformed it into an enchanting garden. Every time she speak, a tulip blooms in her ribcage and a lilac streams down her veins, dissolving in her blood, in her every scent, summoning me to breathe it all in?
I am casting an incantation with my fingertips, but somehow she’s translating her sorcery into mine,
I can see her with sun kissed hair locks, caressing the night sky that she wore yesterday,
She look like the twilight of the night, readying itself to make love to the day; right unto her silky skin,
I can see her, as if she’s right here in front of me, with this urge to talk, but never speak,
I can see her silence coming down in waves, crashing down thoughts on my shorelines. I pick each and every one, just to swallow them whole,
I can see her,
God she’s driving me mad,
But I can see her,
And I think she can see me too.