At A Glance.

Intensive description in its glorified presence. The unattractive canvas of ones meaningful calling contributes to the civilized offering, known as one meaningful glance. Trading its conversation into yet another. To be perceived based of the simple glance catching the shadow of an eye but not the lingering word that pulsates through the tip of each stroke bounds him to the instant calling of sensual stimulation created by mind melting lashings of her tongue. Many can see she is well portrayed In her magnitude of self-reflection. Till one day that boy becomes a man. A man to heal the many marks imprinted by another but left to its new flesh. The healing chakra of its chaotic distinction increases onto its euphoric rupture more than just physical creation of what lies between the two, but what is left to be said when the eyes couldn’t grasp it all. Lingering in the near distance of futures for another journey to withhold its place, In the end the blank filled canvas is clear as day the words soon shall collide by the concept of him and the movement through her. But to be uplifted by the image of another relentless imagery as unique obsession to the term of self-portrait. Nothing is left to be said nothing was nearly finished. pausing for impact transpiring emotions these flashbacks leave onto the surface of a new. They both share what time could never make disappear and or reappear. They shall always remember this day as a feed of another by the palm of each hand by a simple greeting in the term hello. Rubbing the back of her palm never coming up for air as this becomes foreplay behind the souls windows glaring out what others couldn't bare to see. Solitude blinding the sight of creation but to be more focused at the conversation at hand peeling its flesh to the binding truth within the blank canvas that truly began with a simple glance.