Desire. Dreams. Longing.
|The day awakens.
Songs of birds fragrant the air.
Hustle and flow of traffic three flights down.
Her breath softly moves across my chest.
Her hand slowly traces the black ink under my skin.
The softness of her skin crushes my hard facade.
Her lips fall like a feather on the corner of my mouth.
My eyes still closed.
Faint whisper of I love you hangs in the air.
Than a coldness creeps in.
My heart aches once more.
A single burning tear rolls down.