I stare at Ravella's reflection,
Transfixed with awe.
"You're perfect!"
She looks at me
Through the reflection,
Smoothing the lines
Of her dark gear.
Fitted stretch.
"They're perfect, I mean.
The trousers. And the top."
Her eyes brighten,
And she chuckles.
YOU ARE READING
Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
