To look at your face while you sleep,
and feel a warmth come over me...
and nestle so restfully into your shoulder,
all the while, tracing you by fingertip...
re-painting your portrait,
burning this very image into my mind.
I shall not forget...a single brush,
a single breath,
the softness of your skin,
the fuzzy fine hair on your arms,
the clench of your jaw as you dream,
the way your leg intertwines with mine...
in lazy, lucid response as I drape it over yours.
These moments are mine to behold...
to archive, to retrieve..
on a lonely day...on a dreary day.
I steal them...they are mine.
And yet..they, my own private library of memories...
cause a longing in me,
I cannot describe...even here...even now.
Not for what once was...
but for what I imagine the future can hold,
and I whisper a little prayer...
maybe...one day...I'll feel that again.

You free this weekend?
XD

AZKait...A beautiful write...

nicely done...
a great feel to this...


like i said...you should post more often

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Remember this one too~ :)

Good stuff !

AZKait you are truly talented. Loved this one as well