Naked, onto the virgin's bed, She said, "You look beautiful" And I conformed, shy, Of the loving, or the praise And flinched in a moment Pulling away, almost like a temptress Only to draw her closer My lover took me, held in the hazel brown hypnotism of her eyes And then flicked through my mind, the toddler me on the terrace that night Every night, In love with the solitary star heavenward. ~Forever. (I wish)
the rantings of solitude