novella

he was sweet
the boy of onyx and pearl
stared and smiled at me
those gems
i covet in my dreams
his drawl, comforting
southern
as sweet tea is
draws me in like honey to bees

he rested his hand on mine
felt the weight of him on top of me
my hand
he was gentle
i gave in
allowing our hands to do as hands do
fingers gliding across palms
intertwining
measured the heights we could reach
grasping
holding on to the moment
clenching
our skins blended
creating wondrous colours of butterscotch and toffee
sweet as caramel

the boy of onyx and pearl
stared and smiled at me
those gems
i covet in my dreams
i often call on him
to visit my hand
and trade stories of love
and make believe