It can only be from within your reach

The hazy gap between her
And the uncanny disclaimer that drawls her in deep, so fast.

The mesmerizing portrait
That catches her attention like the speed of light.

Something to look so false and amusing
To jump out, like a freshly painted picture.

Clinging onto the, questioning binderies.

A polished shine of
A bud in full bloom.

Ready to be picked by a lonesome thick pinch
Just like her to be carried by a breath taking sensation

Into a lonesome vase, as her home.

Even though her voice cannot be heard
It’s what’s being said in a sound that matters the most.

Closing her hands and opening she sees there is nothing but a feeling of relief.

An encounter of embracement that illuminates the clear sighs of happiness.

Like a classic fairy tale that ends in a delighted foretelling beginning and ending.

The pleasing scents of musky sweet delicate healed memory.

Only now will she see her foretelling her own fairy tale.

To be written and painted onto a bare faced skin canvas.

Time approaching closer and closer

The yearning Calculation

Of Sensibilities.