And Then I Wake Up
And my eyes fall upon him.
Sense tells me there is no such thing as love at first sight, but we live to be proved wrong, right?
The sight of him causes time to stop
- a brief pause between blinks-
And I spend every second of it studying every inch of him.
Smile as bright and captivating as the harvest moon
Lips, soft and full as downy feathers
And eyes deeper than the depths of ocean trenches.
As my mouth releases precious air, I know any and all necessary functions can not proceed without his breath of life.
We get closer and I open my mouth to speak...