Perception

I want to see through the palm of her hands; feel the heat of her steps. Perception is tricky and none will tell what's beyond that smile, and what facts astound her mind.

It's true, perception can change from one to another. What she grasps can be the exact opposite of me. Beautiful and colorful, the strange gap between what's true, and what's desirable. I can feel the heat of their steps as they go along, as the puff of smoke leaves my lungs. I stand, strong and tall, believing in a reality that seemingly waits to be discovered, explored in the beat of their hearts and the palm of their hands. I love them as I love every woman I've met, and yet I don't know them or what astounds their mind.