Slender and delicate, young, fair hands

With a slight tremor,
Simple hesitation I know well.
Running along the pink fringe of the pillow case,

Hugging it close for comfort,

Reassurance of chocolate ice cream.
She sits alone,

Ivory skin glowing.
Uncertainty silenced and hands calmed,

Shoulders gently rolled over.

Finally relaxed, alone.

Sacred moments.
Light from the screen illuminates her face,
Now solemn and concentrated.
Eyes glued to the images,

Mesmerized by the lives unfolding on the screen:


A woman swept off her feet,


Love spoiled by neither time nor space.

Experiences and a happy ending she can never embrace.
As the credits roll,
Darkness falls revealing desires.
Fingertips lacking the calluses of experience
Move only to wipe silent tears,

Sincere and jealous.
Worry lines crease her face,

Wishful thinking consumes her mind.
These two hours giving her license to dream,

But always circling back to the truth.
Her unspoken envy clenches my heart.