The Ocean Sings for the Moon

My Ineberiant Love

I held her in the rifts of my imagination. She was soft in my arms, laughter in her chestnut eyes, and I swear she was real. I heard her heart, beating inside my heart. I tasted her on my fingers and felt her in my knees, potent but sweet, like the perfect mix of alcohol and soft drinks, interlacing with my blood, flowing steadily through my body with exquisite delicacy, until there was only her and her ineberianting vibrancy.