Marble

Her vanilla white arms

Reaches for the tips

Of his dark fingers.

She wraps herself

Around him

And envelops himself in

Her porcelain skin

Her tears travels

Down and touches him.

She is beautiful

And he loves her.

He embraces her

And makes her shine.

No matter how different

They may seem,

They are still perfect.

A perfect pair.

Like oil to water,

But perfect.

This is how he loves,

And this is how she loves him.

My fingers reach out

To taste.

What a perfect pair.

Different

But delicious.

- MJ - 2002 -