The waves crashed down onto the emeralds that were her eyes.
The only way she could breathe was by his touch, his presence.
The only way she could move was by the movement of his lips on hers.
He looked upon her night sky eyes.
He realized.
The only way he could see
was with her eyes.
The only way he could breathe
was with her touch.
The only way he could move
was with her thumb,
stroking his palm and
the movements of her lips on his.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
