(no subject)

Light falls in
soft sheets
illuminting your
perfect body and your
perfect mind
your perfect words
your perfect smile
and I am everything that is flawed

(no subject)

Wind riffles through trees
like a deck of
cards

Fingers touch
fleetingly
then part
lightly,
secret.

Sun fading
the taste of your name
on my tongue

and I tremble
where she would laugh