Love
Music notes float. Skimming above her beautiful face. A face that fades in and out of focus. Music radiates from her smile. They black, when she is white, pale, from endless days out of the sun. Her hair flows. Brown tassels that whisper in the wind. She gazes not realizing her beauty. Not realizing her watcher. He, like her, appreciates the smooth notes, the graceful sound of music. Her whispers entrance him. Her lips barely moving to produce such a sound. They float like the leaves. Floating on ribbons of light. She is small and fragile, a closed lotus blossom. When she opens, the very air around her will light on fire. The whole world will see her. He has seen her first and he will not lose her. Her skin so soft to touch, if only he could. Her lips, red, as if stained by the juicy raspberries found in his backyard. These lips he longs to kiss, careful not to damage them. He wishes she would sing for him, letting it sigh and surround him. Let him bathe in it. Let it soak into his body. Absorbing into every cell. He wishes to be consumed by her. Happy forever he would be, if only she was his.
Her music stops, breaking him from his trance. Glancing up, he sees her rise. Her golden eyes gaze towards where he hides. Beneath a rose bush, springing with flowers. Believing he is seen, he smiles, but then it fades. Without a second’s hesitation, she turns and walks away. Back indoors until another day. Obscured from his view, he does not see the smile that radiates from her pretty face. A smile she wishes to share with him only.