A Meaningless Collection

Her

Sunlight breaks through rolling sheets of 

obsidian — perfectly reflected as soft

gleams off her fragile skin. And her voice

echoes off each of my vertebrae, ringing

with a calmness like the crackle of 

lightning dissipating into a starless night.

From each elegantly fashioned eyelash to

the stark depths of her pupils, I feel God's 

presence mirrored in her eyes. The specks

in her irises dance like Autumn colours —

iridescent leaves gently swirling in pools,

bathing my soul.

At last, slender, feminine fingers entangle

and intertwine. The whites of her nails

graze the back of my hand, sending my

heart into a raucous flurry. As the warmth

of her palm eases the coolness in mine, 

a balance is struck between heaven and

earth.

And I can only hope she feels the same

about me.