Another fraction of a second
Slimmer of sun's glints
Clashing with the jewels
Running, streaking
Of the sweetest melodies
Thundering head held high
Glimpsed into another galactic universe
Sublime which cannot deny
That the moment a breath
Teetering before the summit sunsets
Breathes onto a cold glass pane
So one can trace one's soul
Feel the gorge of beating hearts

How did I get lucky
enough to have met you?

She paints masterpieces
Creates beauty with her hands
Her soul restore paper creases
And she brings beauty to all lands.

She brings beauty onto papers,
Beauty that came from her heart
She doesn't need to see skyscrapers
To put charcoal on paper and start.

She brings beauty into this world
Because she makes silence, musical
From all sticks and stones hurled,
She will always be beautiful.

She wears waterproof mascara
Just so it doesn't dribble and dab
Across her face.

She wears a beautiful smile
Just so her soul remains partially
Intact with others.

She wears heartaches
Across her sleeves
In the form of tears.

She wears sadness
In her mind and heart
Until she is worn out.

Shut blinds glowing warmly
Clementine yellow and hazy mustard
Shaved ghostly plywood
Cluttered with picture frames
And beckoning swirly glances
Eyes irises of golden wooden fiber
Creeping smell of freshly baked bread
Buttery and lustful smothered with
Raspberry jam or honey rivulets
Dark, deep burgundy lipstick
Tinted like lavender silk
A lone girl sitting in in empty room
Transfixed as the pleasures
Take a stronger hold

Could I handle
A tremble
Bursting happiness
Lingering
In the edges
Of my cheeks