Hard pressed to express that which I
cannot put into words. Years into the
facade that I'd always managed to be lucid.
I could only make a promise, induced by
the feel that turns cheeks rosy, and quivers
lips that gnaw on sugar cane to sweeten
thoughts and dreams. I only gazed upon
Medusa to forever preserve the excited
state of the butterflies that tickled the mid-
section and the twinkle that would
bashfully dash across the eye. The
tesselation I wish to wrap my mind around.
His confident whispers which awoke a
sleeping dragon. Parched lips and an
extinguished flame testament to the years
of yearning. A two second ordeal which in
memory lasted a lifetime. His wit which
tugs at heart strings and misaligns
constelations. Decisions once thought to be
right choked in doubt. Waves that caressed
the rocks, and the sounds that wrapped
around my neck from the harp at his
fingertips. His is the happiness that has
always been the infinite odyssey.