I Started Using Again

You are a plethora of beauty.

A broad spectrum of tantalizing color.

The stars in the sky are almost as blinding and uncannily beautiful as your smile is in my frigorific mental.

The days seem to soar by, like the dove of peace that you remind me of.

You are: Perfection.

I am transparent.

I am an iced beverage in sub-zero temperatures

There are so many thoughts that loop through my cranium; like a train that I wish to step in front of

The only saving grace that seems to capture me is your smoldering touch on my frigid skin

Longing to feel something of substance.

The substance is you.