Friday, November 20, 2009

Mirror, mirror

The American model has tiny feet
Long legs
Sculpted calves

The American model looks stunning
Eats little
Weighs nothing

The American model is photoshopped
Made up

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Am I beautiful at all?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

hold my hand - an almost drabble of 105 words

Our fingers slide over each other, lacing together intricately - two hands clasped in perfect compatibility, down to the way even his fingertips brush between my knuckles.
His palm is rough and leathery, his fingers broader than mine. When the muscles contract in a loving squeeze, I'm aware of how delicate my hand is, and how much I trust him to cradle it.
His thumb traces the contours of my wrist. I shiver.
We do not move. We do not speak. We barely breathe. And yet, between us, there is something beyond words, a bond expressed in hands and found in hearts.
This is love.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

meteor shower

I am not my own
For I have been made new
Please don't let me go
I desperately need You
- - Owl City