ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

My Perfect Stranger 9

You turned!

O my precious,

You looked so divine,

Like a cold breeze,

So sinful yet vivacious.

Sinful cause you could make,

Heads turn,

Of people who had another apples for their eyes.

Even all those apples would rake through you,

To find newer adjectives for beauty and grace.

Sinful things are lazy.

But you were not.

You enlivened every bit of you,

And you in me.

Those expressions of perfectly arched brows,

That smile which reflected only happiness through me.

The soft locks which touched your ethereal presence,

With every swift move.

Those eyes,

You enlivened them into a sea.

A sea of varied tides,

Sometimes high, sometimes low.

Reflecting the bluer skies

And the earth,

Brown and Green.

And then,

You brought your hand between our faces,

And snapped your fingers,

As you snapped me out from my trance,

Which was you!