You

A song in my heart

Your name on my lips

A fistful of sunshine

Your scent on my fingertips

A fire in your eyes

The darkness of your skin

Chocolate, ebony, coffee -

Gone with the sin.

You know what this is.

Love.

The forever kind.

[ Picture Source: Strawberry Fields Forever by ~lyricaldust on www.deviantart.com]

Complete.

They gazed into each other's eyes
Almost an identical shade of brown
Hers clear with hope and
murky with confusion
His clear with certainty

In the sunlight
The teak smoothness of his skin
Contrasts with the milky brown of hers
Dead center
A meadow of broken dreams.
Tears would have been fitting, but -
Expression seems inappropriate.

One moment in time.
His lips meet hers -
Complete.

First Post

What exactly do people put on their first posts? Frankly, staring at the bland whiteness of this box was starting to get to me; which is the only reason I'm even writing something. And as you can tell, I'm not doing it very well.

Rambling is a speciality.
I don't know if I'm proud to say this, but I can ramble about anything and everything. Take this font, for instance. The typewriter look and feel of it makes me feel awfully scholarly. Ah, I can imagine myself with a pencil behind my ear (afterthought: why would I need a pencil if I've got a typewriter? ...anyway), wearing one of those smart black waistcoats, elbows resting on my beer belly, balding..oh or maybe distinguished silver flecks in my thick black hair!

Oh.

Something in my head just reminded me that I'm not an old man. Yet.

Well- anyway. You see what I mean now, right?

I don't think anyone's ever made a worse first impression.