Eyelashes are long.
They look as though they are the diving board on the edge of the soul… inviting me to dive in.
Does she know?
They stare at me.
The eyelid opens and I see the color of earth combined with love.
Something tells me that the way she looks at me is unique.
She licks her lips.
She rests soft fabric to her beautiful cheek.
She does not realize her beauty.
I love her.
The eyelashes extend a loving invitation. There is no reason to rsvp because what we have does not merit confirmation.
The eyelashes flutter when she is engaged in turmoil…
I love it.