What can YOU say in six sentences?
The mystery is your eyes.
And your voice, and the way your hands and mine would look intertwined, how low your voice would get should it whisper in my ear, and how pale my skin would look close to yours.
Your skin is the mystery, dark, like the bitterest chocolate or the night sky, and oh, how I want to be the stars in that sky, bright dots in the darkness, a mystery unto themselves.
The mystery is your body, so lithe and graceful that I wonder why God did not give you wings so you could fly like an angel.
The mystery is how I am around you and how I search for you, how I yearn to touch you, hold you close, see your skin and mine like the two sides of the world, dark and light like the beginning of dawn.
The mystery is West Texas and how I want to spit in the eye of people that admit to being against us together....the mystery is how we have come so far and yet not moved hardly at all.