Loving on a Stranger


Forevermore, I trace where his fingertips grazed leaving chills behind in paths towards the very bones of my being.

Hailey Yarbrough, Associate Editor

Never fading,

His touch resounds on my skin

In a burning rage of melancholy and serendipity

Both satisfied and neglected.



Blessed with the unending indention of his hand

Raising emotions and heartbeats

In the heights and depths of my soul.



I trace where his fingertips grazed

Leaving chills behind in paths

Towards the bones of my being.



With impressionable lips and a slightly crooked grin,

Lust and love deep in eyes

Both shake and stabilize the very core.

Pure bliss

Found deep in those brown eyes

Of a refined stranger

Both desire and love settled.