Friday, May 31, 2019

Devastatingly Beautiful-- by Jenna Marie

Fingertip brushes against metal.
A whisper. A want
to be used, to be played.
Flesh presses into cool string.
Softly, gently, it draws.

Pluck.
It resonates.
A raindrop in a sea of water.
A ripple.
A hint of what it can be.
Tantalizing. Sweet. Beautiful.

More.
A brush of white hair.
A sweet caress: gliding, pulling.
A wave.
Everything it is and greater.
Infinite. Powerful. Music.

Fingers deftly move,
Breathing life into the silence
Flowers bloom from their tips.
Singing of birds trail in their wake.
Soft white clouds caress.
Devastatingly beautiful.



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