the sunrise wept, kissing all four corners of her room. desperately illustrious, dragging out the emotions we conceal within. taken aback by the sheer beauty, the tears began to lull. a sudden stillness ; peace, washing away the grief of that night.
she traced my fingertips, eyes like moon pools of water. oh how precariously balanced were her tears, upon her lashes they sat, comfortably uncomfortable.
her warmth, her gaze, her breath. the addictive enticement, enhancing the tense seconds ticking by on that old grandfather clock. as we both sat, reminiscently replaying.