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Thursday, April 28, 2011

It trickles down like rain, it smells of sunshine and rainbows and everything you wish you could capture in a bottle. It glows like the moonlight, casting an eerie glow over the shadows of your arched back. It shines like a diamond ring and it encompasses the beauty of your smile. It flows like a freshwater stream, a synchronized motion like a dance; it moves in the direction of the underlying currents. It captures your attention like how attraction presents itself to a mate, like how honey appears to a bee, like how love mesmerizes its victim and paralyzes sanity. It spreads warmth in the cold winter storm, it breathes life into still objects and animate the non-living. It kisses me goodbye,
and with a fluttering smile,
it
leaves;
And
I
was
left to wonder
what
it
is.