Our eyes met with juvenile and naive desires.
I, being unaware
You, apathetic to emotion and fully aware of your murderous inclinations.
An inseverable string was attached to my heart; I was your puppy.
Was sadness profusely emanating from my pores that it convinced an ounce of feeling into your caged, dusty heart?
Or was it the happiness I found even through your hurtful intentions?
With hesitation you reached for my hand and noticed the river of lines in your palm aligned perfectly with mine.
Your synapses are firing and you feel electric and alive.
Love dripped from your glossy cornea.
The moon forgot the waves and took us in replacement.
You loved me to the very core of my existence- physical and spiritual.
All else ceased entirely.