just like pizzle pieces
your love filled up all the missing space
activating a piece of my mind
that has been dormant for years.
When will you cease to be a lattice my brain needs to untangle?
If you were an angel what kind of wings would you have?
Your delicate hand touched
the stream of my soul,
and just like that everything was illuminated
The last thing I remember is the feeling of my smile against your velvet pillowcases.
And then everything went up in flames.
Perfect skies and crystal clear waters
have nothing on your waves
as they crash into my existence.
I just want to loosen this
pull you have on me but
you are the sun and I am mercury
stuck in orbit.
The fight to success
tastes so much sweeter when
you add my sugar to
the tea and stir.
Trying not to love you is like trying not to breathe.
You can only hold your breath so long
and your velvet exhale on my neck
is so inviting.
I just want to be called
beautiful when you think it.
Tell me the things you’ve
never told anyone else.
Help me forget where
I am kissing you.
Just be with me. Be with me here.
Breathe with me.
Explore the world with
my hand in yours
and don’t let go.