of soft, pink lips with drops of mist
fallen from puffs of honey scented breath that flow from his lungs to yours
breathing life into a heart that hasn’t beat since it was last broken
You dream of bright blue eyes
eyes that hold the light of the world in it’s depths
sapphires in a clever disguise
cool, calm, mysterious eyes that a poet cannot describe
there are no words that embody the beauty those eyes hold
You dream of a warm embrace
of being held in those strong, veiny arms
hours that must have been seconds and you still wanted more
Your fingers haven’t put words on a page in God knows when
Words of love had become strangers to your tongue
and for months your words have been halting, pages torn, lines erased
You should be able to say how he makes you feel
It’s a terrifying thought that the eloquence that you once spun words with
But a small voice somewhere deep inside you arises and whispers “hope”
when his lips make your fingers twitch
and words are once again scrawled across a page
tentative, but still there
forming sentences that are broken and remind you of the first thing you ever wrote
but you also remember the last thing you wrote and you realize that
It’s been awhile since someone has lit up your mind
and your soul had been dulled
But slowly it’s coming back to life
of pink lips and blue eyes.