Braille

I remember seeing rich, chocolate eyes that invited me in with hospitality and comfort like a hot chocolate on a particularly cold fall day. And that the sun turned your skin to gold and it was still soft and sweet smelling. Your delicate crown of hair a halo of abandoned beauty a physical form of the words 'reckless abandon' and I remember your skin under my fingertips your hands in which i held tightly so as to not let you slip through my fingertips so as to tell you i won't let you go. I remember seeing silver skin dark, black eyes the color of night with small yellow sparks as stars i saw them. i saw them and i saw that the moon dyed your skin ivory we were in an old silent movie i saw your lips moving and i made up the words i saw you in black and white and i made up the colors. you spoke in the song of the mourning dove you spoke in ancient tongues that i loved that i had forgotten. I saw the poetry written on your skin on your palms and i felt it etched into your bones i read it like braille.