My mind imagines this:

My body close to yours
My fingers entwined with yours
My foot across yours
My head inches away yours
My eyes staring deeply at yours

And then
Slowly

My lips lock with yours

His heart mimics mines
His hands are soft as mine
His beauty is desirable
His shell is hard but he's soft on the inside
He makes me laugh
He's always there for me

she was charming like a couple of adorable synonyms in a sentence,
yet so obscure like a quiet full-stop at the end of paragraph.

Strong breeze blowing
Walking against it, defying the force
Swept away the melancholy

no where
for you
to run
no words
when they
finally come
they come and
they come
with the barrel of
their guns
hands up
more guns
no words
fresh ****
no words
no love
no will but
still on
the run
still

Lord
who put
an engine
in my soul
thus
to ressurect
me from death