Out of reach.
When I close my eyes I see your face, you smile at me and turn away.
When I breathe I smell you hair and feel it on my face, soft and intoxicating wonderful.
When I sleep I dream of your touch and bathe in your voice, echoing tremors in my memory.
When I wake I reach for you, [...]
American media sucks because Americans like media that sucks.
As I stood in line at the super market waiting to purchase a gallon of milk and some unmentionables, I idly perused the impulse buys placed cleverly among the checkout line in order to tempt you with their delicious non-importance in those final moments right before your transaction. All I ended up getting was M&Ms, [...]