upturned_face like rain. her eyes, skin so soft that it can be nothing but a dream, cells clouded together like mist upon the ocean's shore... her smile, hands at her sides, graceful no matter how she acts or feels or percieves... the fluid movement of her bones as she reaches her arms out to me... her eyelids, drifted closed, as lips (slightly ajar for sake of breath and life) tremble their way to press against my own... creation! 010508 what's it to you? who go blather from