the w i d o w e r

White haze
Clings to the surface,

Dusting the soles of her feet,
As the crook of her lips twitch upward into a smile.

Her lithe form reflects in full image
Off the film of water,

But his eyes stubbornly refuse to meet hers.


I don't believe in

(Loving, beautiful, glowing, smiling)



-Only angels.