He reaches up as his touches apologises for the hostility and it brushes past my scars.
He gazes into my eye as his empathises with my sufferings and mimics my running stream.
He leans in as his lips promises a good future and it plants a soft goodbye on my forehead.
YOU ARE READING
HIM
Poetry[Highest: #994 in poetry lol] He's exotic and eccentric. The way he speaks, the way he moves: so gracefully but also so carelessly. As is the way his spirit is childish and interesting but aged and mundane. He's a mystery I'm starting to get hooked...
