I say your name in my pillow within a quilted half-inch place called eternity so that only I can hear it. I'm desperate to see you with messy morning hair and bad breath because in the morning you have a touch that's just short of paradise! So let your kisses echo through my so-called vision and each time I blink, I see you. And deep words will not suffice because they drip from my mind and stampede in tiny droplets that have unity.
	Rachel McCaleb is an eighteen-year-old Alabama native. She is currently a freshman at Bevill State Community College. In her spare time, she enjoys writing poetry and some prose, and painting.