CXXXII.

So elusive, like the last moments of the night's prepossessing dream. Stretching out your toes and rolling your eyelids shut, searching for just one more moment. So close. That's how you hold me. That's what you do to me. The blood flowing through your veins is like a symphony. An epiphany of beauty. The warmth of your touch, the curves of your stomach on the edge of my fingertips. The letters we whisper. That no one else can hear. Words can not describe the beauty of a woman. The depth in her eyes. How the blues in her retina can burn a hole in your chest or make it whole again. Mountains, continents, extended. Your eyes are like galaxies. Stars held in place, swirling through the ether. Moving through my soul.