Her silky white skin glows under the sun
With the deepest soul stealing eyes
Her lips curve with each word spoken
Her head tilts as she sighs
A voice soothing the deadest of souls
Bodies tingle within her touch
Her smile puts rest the busiest of minds
In return she never asks much
The sight of her brings the purest of smiles
Thoughts of her gives strength to passing days
She caresses the flower and takes a deep breath
And in this place I choose to stay
Justin Litke's writings often flirt with his shadows which dance in a burning light. Mental health, energy, self awareness, light and dark are all catalyst for his melancholy themes. His catalog consists of dozens upon dozens of notebooks and post-it-notes scattered throughout his secluded Kansas home. For more of his work and other eccentric perceptions on himself, others, life and this universe, visit his website at https://mylifesmusings.com.