04-11-2015, 11:32 AM
She brushed my lips with hers
as her hair swept my face.
She pulled me into her,
as I pulled her into me.
I felt her scented sweater
soft against my face.
We had grown up together,
she two years older.
I was her puppy
and she my goddess.
From that day she moved away
—leaving me with her gift—
I have never stopped trying
to recreate that moment.
Erthona
©2015
as her hair swept my face.
She pulled me into her,
as I pulled her into me.
I felt her scented sweater
soft against my face.
We had grown up together,
she two years older.
I was her puppy
and she my goddess.
From that day she moved away
—leaving me with her gift—
I have never stopped trying
to recreate that moment.
Erthona
©2015
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.