my heart simply sings, and feels the touch of her parted lips. My eyes begin to glisten as I feel her presence, but her smell is now as hollow as the vibrating maple underneath my chin.
In my mind, I run my fingers against her curves while they dance deftly, producing these milky tones they all like to drink. Can they taste the sanguine wine of her racing pulse, or the warmth of my breath against her bare skin?
I feel her entranced in my spell if just for a moment, a fleeting glimpse, some semblance of her former self. Then a quivering silence, followed by the familiar admiration of friends. Yet amidst applause, I drown in her ocean of innumerable depth once again.