Glutton for Punishment

Christmas lights surround this bed.

They illuminate your face,

and you remind me of a saint on a stained glass window.

Your right hand rubs my right hand,

like a palm reader,

and I am in love.

I am in love with a man that I will never have.

But with moments like these,

I will take what I can get.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

life, man.

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To settle, k, but surprises happen unless they are spoken for...hmmmm. Slight melancholy 4 me but I'm Just Bein' Stella