Long and black, uplifted stringsthat refuse to touch as our eyes lock. His pools of darkened honeytelling me a thousand words as his lipsonly lift at the corners, his hand reaching for mine.He caresses my skin with pearly gloves,his golden heart glowing through his chest. He places pink carnations in a vase, weaves a rope of clover to wrap around my restless heart that beats only to melt in hi...