Blowing on her hair I thought I was finally in heaven,
a place that had always eluded me,
a place that would never accept me,

She smelled of lush, playful lavender,
she felt soft, soft like the petals of a crocus on the first day of spring,
and as I play with her hair I feel so secure,
so loved,
so blessed through all the pain I had caused,

As I kiss her I look into those grey eyes,
they scream for me to look past the beauty and let her in,
"I wish I could" I tell her, but she just smiles and presses her head into my chest,

Smelling that scent, so lovely, I begin to fall asleep,
embraced by only good dreams and beautiful sounds,
and so I rest on,
and on,
and on,
until I feel light and snap awake,

There she is,
across from me,
naked with shadows caressing her body in such a way that it haunts me to realize what had happened,
as something that was never mine to take, I snatched it from the grasps of her maker,
I am to be impugned,

But for now we dress,
her portrait in black and mine near the same