When I touch her
Vision is no longer my vice
Her skin
Paints vividly against my hands
I can see her clearly
Despite
Heavy eyelids
And while she is invisible to me
I am left in awe
My senses become useless
With
Her eyes in mine
Her sound in my head
Her scent in the air
However
Touch
Is unconditional
My body and mind become
Confused
With too much to handle
Where is she?
The one for me has not yet crossed my path
And though my mind's eye sees her
The sight is obstructed
She, only
Fills the silhouette
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 6:09 PM UTC
When I touch her
Vision is no longer my vice
Her skin
Paints vividly against my hands
I can see her clearly
Despite
Heavy eyelids
And while she is invisible to me
I am left in awe
My senses become useless
With
Her eyes in mine
Her sound in my head
Her scent in the air
However
Touch
Is unconditional
My body and mind become
Confused
With too much to handle
Where is she?
The one for me has not yet crossed my path
And though my mind's eye sees her
The sight is obstructed
She, only
Fills the silhouette
