RAW.

spring-evening leaks through as dark seas pool amidst the light.   blush deepens like a blanket of rose.   his voice melts like warm honey,    his chiseled jaw hard like a mango pit.

he carries sunflowers & peonies. 

❛                                                                          apologies,   swan.  lost track of time.   ❜

❛   … wow.   these are gorgeous, thank you.   ❜

STARLESS LACKING OF CALAMITY COMMANDS   the root of her gaze, reborn in the softness of spring’s halcyon.   head cants, curious fingers at the base of the bouquet, her mouth drawn into sweet testaments.   her voice croons like honeyed serendipity.

A COMPLEXION CAKED IN MARBLE   and rose-dusted intricacy stems to create a new polaris, the curve of her smile a testament to devotion.

THE GLINT OF HALCYON PLAYS   in the pools of her eyes and on the edges of her lips, the pending silence of acceptance to compliment.   a smile drenched in rose water.   the desire to indulge comes in the comfort of established familiarity, her having the opportunity to come to know him fully.   she leans back in her seat, followed by the slight lift of a brow.