Unicorns

In a World full of black stallions and bay mares it's only fair to find yourself an opal unicorn. An enigmatic creature mysterious in nature. A being who speaks frost into the atmosphere whose stare is steam in the air. There is no telling where the beginning ends or where the ending begins. You're left speechless in the wake of their star encrusted kisses and overtaken by their radiating energy equal to that of the sun. You get lost in the black hole of their soul and lose gravity in the moonlight of their multi-faceted eyes. They cry diamonds and emeralds and amethyst and topaz. Capturing one is similar to embracing the rays of the sun. It is nearly impossible to decipher their inner monologue as if they're reading an ancient Egyptian dialogue. This elusive creature takes pleasure in watching the wonder behind your eyes. Listening to them speak is like floating on a cloud, hearing the sound of their heart beating is like sliding down a rainbow and touching their skin is like travelling through time into an alternate dimension. Envision your greatest pleasure, now close your eyes, take a deep breath and exhale. Whatever images invaded your mind could never compare to the serenity you find having a unicorn nearby. Perhaps this is why they don't exist because their love is radioactive. He is a unicorn. He left a scar upon my heart. His face haunts me in the depths of the dark. His touch lingers on my skin like the searing pain from a hot iron. His kiss is imprinted on my lips. I am unable to explain the feeling he gave me because he was a unicorn and unicorns simply do not exist.