#366-Halo
01/08/2018
She wears a red vest.
It’s what I see.
But there’s more.
Only to sense.
Unfathomable.
As an ocean cradling waves.
Alive.
Reflecting.
Spreading warmth.
Gently.
One smile at a time.
Dreams on fire.
Simplicity at play.
It’s humid.
He can hardly breathe.
Imagination in overdrive.
Feelings drowning,
On sweat-covered skin.
Alone.
Naked.
The dark night listens.
Love refuses to be silent.
And she?
An open book.
Waiting.
To finish.
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