mageofdragons

Your song Is elusive, The barest sliver of a smile, Subtle like the freckles Sprinkled lightly across your skin. But still strong, Like the granite muscles of your marble arms. It has something of a thunderstorm Flashing in and out of the horizon, The electric static that surrounds us, Forceful but distant, Untouchable but real. It is warm Like the heat that flashes between our skins As we sit, barely touching Almost silent In our companionship That somehow always blends into the crowd, Yet for me is perpetually ecstatic. Your song Is one that has somehow Not yet been written, And may never be, Like our story. Nevert