whenipaint.livejournal.comMy beautiful most amazing, emotionally attractive, as well as gorgeous best friend Melissa Bokoff....
I internalize, when I think about her to the point where I know that i couldn't possibly love her more... she is a splash againt my sunburnt skin, like as if a child.... trampeling the dunes on a beach for hours, and hours, and hours........
She soothes and cools my very essence with each breath she takes, the pauses in between her sentances. Well formed, opinionated, soft, delicate voice.... and I'm not even romantically tied to her....
no, shes my best friend.
And it sounds like a sonnet, or at least the way i'd love to be able to depict her in my head, the brilliance she's brought into my life, the sanctity, the truth. I want to wiggle down close to her on the couch, and smell her long waist legnth brown hair, hold her hand, and rest my head on her shoulders, like old times with her...
and I dont even need it to be sexual, romantic, no alteriar motives placed down, just genuine love, and understanding, for this fellow woman.
She is a true woman, a true beuty, and I thank her for her presence on this earth every day, in my head, while I sleep, when I'm at the Vanilla Bean thinking of her... While I listen to "Dilate" on repeat, and imagine the celtic sounding background vocals to be parts of her spirit setting themselves abroad, cascading like shooting stars, over my inner night sky canvas...
I love my best friend.