What if happiness is not only joy. What if happiness is the struggle you've been through for a cause known only to a few, yet full of love and compassion. What if... What if happiness is a light seen only by few.
Paint me a picture Of your skin Does it bronze beneath the sun? Or sizzle and blush Like your cheeks When you’re in love? Is it soft to the touch Like when your palms graze The smooth surface of water? Or rough around the edges Like your favorite book And its lovingly worn corners? Does it melt in the heat Like sweet syrupy treats Dripping through your fingers? Or does it welcome the winter With wide open arms As if greeting a lover? Paint me a picture Of your skin
You look so lovely In blue Arched back Arms slack Cerulean licks Wrist to wrist Shoulder dip Eyes languid Cloudy cyan Gripping blankets Robin’s silky velvet Billowing, curling Unfurling into Midnight hues