Sitting pretty in the morning...

mist holding over the water

 lavender slips and chain smoke, as a passing ship wavered in the sunrise 

 I tripped over my feet and curled myself into you... 

The sun was a virtue of truth laid out into the abstract absence of reality

my lips warm

 holding hands with content bliss

life making it's way into fate...

 just a visitor in my world of a picturesque           backdrop, I saw you