• Numb
    The inability
    to feel.
    Isolated
    from the
    world.
    Untouchable.
    Frozen rock.
    Then she
    brushes against
    you.
    You melt
    into a sea
    of pink.
    Not of
    lust, but
    of true love.
    You lie awake
    that night,
    not even
    able to
    consider sleep.
    She is
    dancing through
    your mind,
    torturing you.
    Why is she
    any different
    from the
    "Girl Next Door?"
    Because she
    has a soul.
    Because her
    head
    is bigger
    than her
    chest.
    Finnaly,
    you drift
    into sleep.
    The subject
    of your dreams?
    Her, of course.