mariacallas
Bluelight Crew
~You are your innocent smirk, that impish adorable half grin capable of morphing into a serial killer smile; it is neither a promise nor meaningless, yet is capable of melting me by virtue of a single thoughtful gesture i did not expect from you at the time of occuring ...
~You are your distinct voice ; firm yet gentle, as soothing and familiar as the melodic soundtrack of my favorite childhood dream ; so sexy at times it sends chills up my spine and i tend to forget what you are actually conveying whenever i lose myself , breathless, in your song...
~You are the shining bands around your wrists, with nobody except maybe only me in my fantasies knowing what they might mean to you in your heart of hearts , in your nursery of secret symbols...
~You are your deep dark eyes that watch me intently,fire inside dancing to a waltz pace, twinkling with a love like found gold yet silent in its reverie...
~You are my favorite song, retreating before rushing into my ears, gorgeous lyrics drowned in rhythms of your sincere invention, hammered into a dissassembled perfection ; you are a melody i cannot forget like a mandate from heaven...
~You are the fuzzy, incandescent, half-there images of escaping dreams my soul aches to grasp, grabbing above the treetops, reaching for the stars, my arms stretched out so far it threatens to split and bleed blood oranges tasting of bittersweet intermingling joy and pain yet i am barely brushing my fingertips against your wrists before you are gone just as you came...
~You are the sudden rainstorm, pouring poignant cold sheets of sadness, ecstasy and searing desire that spill over the edges of cirrus clouds, overflowing and seeping into the backs of my eyes, burning, slow burning , making me call your name in my mind until I’m screaming it without knowing.....
~You are the blood that rushes into my head with every gaining moment, as I hang upside down in a crazy world of make-believe, where dreams are reality and you are at last here beside me, completely, finally, absolutely.
There are a million different ways to be without you. One visceral feeling for missing you.
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