The way your eyelashes flutter
Like ribbons in the wind
The rise and fall of the outline of your lips
Like the swell of a surging ocean of passion.
The imperfections of your skin
Seem perfectly placed and beautiful
Your hair tumbles playfully
From your head, crashing onto your shoulders
The curve of your hips
Hold my gaze in orbit, like a trapped satellite.
But you are far away, unreachable
But such a mortal as I.
Communication is impossible,
So my love for you remains.