You.
There seems to be no end
to my smile
when I am with
you.
Every word you say,
the way you say
"I love you".
If there is one thing
I cannot forget.
It is you,
my love,
my sweet escape,
who I melt under
for and over.
The words I speak,
the way you hear them,
your hands trace over mine
the way the moon traces
over the ocean,
we collide.
Our bodies,
although seperate,
we share this piece
of moss, the mycelium under
your pink shoes.
The way your lips lock
with mine,
the way you
press your hand
into the cuts.
They burn,
I burn,
you burn,
but it feels
so
good.
Of course it would,
it's because you're
you.
You fuel my fire
my rage and desire,
simply through your
eyes.
The way your tonuge
embraces mine.
The slow rock in my head,
playing
behind our scene.
It's you,
and my love,
it will always be
you.