LennyAngel

I'll forget you. I'll forget the way I looked at your face, desperately, trying to remember every detail. The way your eyes stared out. The shade. The shape of your cheeks, your chin, your nose. The curve of your lips. I'll forget how I imagined those lips on mine. We never actually kissed. We never held hands, not properly. There was the dance. I'll forget that too. I'll forget the song, the artist. The way you took my hands. The way my heart leapt. The touch of your hands on mine. The way I squeezed those hands. The way you didn't squeeze back. I'll forget how happy I was, even though there were couples all around us, holding each other,

Very much alive I'm putting Mum's socks away in her draw. She likes it when I pair and roll them. Looking up, I catch the eye of a beautiful woman. She is in her fifties but has the smile of a young woman. Her eyes sparkle with the cheekiness of someone who has experienced much. Her auburn hair is starting to grey at the roots and her skin is rich with colour. She looks so healthy. So alive. I remember when she gave me her necklace. I haven't worn it in a while. The links fit together like dragon scales to form a solid silver rope. She told me she got it in Africa, or was it India? India. A shawl was wrapped around her, making up the bulk o

I want to kiss those pink lips. I want to kiss down your pale neck down to yourÉbeing attracted to something you have is weird. At least, it feels weird. No, that's not right, it's more it feels like it should be weird. And yet it seems so natural. If I put my arms around you, would I fit? Or would it be like putting the wrong pieces of a jigsaw puzzle together? So many questions and no chance for answers. I will never act on these feelings because I'm afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of screwing it up, afraid of losing you and afraid of what I am. Or what I may not be. Maybe I can ignore it. I've tried but maybe, maybe i