Thoughts of watching you sleep peacefully draw the features of your face upon the blackboard of memories in my mind. Unforgettable yet, the curves of the definition of your six pack pressed against my spine. Even more still, the soft skin of your plush, intoxicating lips’ touch. Unattainable is your hold juxtaposed with our fingers intertwined. Ignorant bliss that I know will only last until you leave. You pull me into your nook, a symbol of our treaty drafted from pretend. All is not lost though all is not well. Doomed from the first hello, yet so safe in the here and now.
A Blakward Perspective... 