A woman lays beside me, perfect in every way.
Her hair and neck pressed gently against my nose.
I inhale, capturing her essence,
feeling jolts through my spine.
And I know that her very presence is enough.
The world outside of ours need not exist.
I feel her warmth, her heartbeat,
filling the coldest parts of me.
I awake in the morning and she is gone.
Leaving no trace that she was here,
or existed
at all.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
A woman lays beside me, perfect in every way.
Her hair and neck pressed gently against my nose.
I inhale, capturing her essence,
feeling jolts through my spine.
And I know that her very presence is enough.
The world outside of ours need not exist.
I feel her warmth, her heartbeat,
filling the coldest parts of me.
I awake in the morning and she is gone.
Leaving no trace that she was here,
or existed
at all.