Booberries

It's short,

the air inside my lungs.

I gasp for a moment

where my heart doesn't skip a beat

The moist flakes stick

to the window.

The world stands still,

as you press against me.

I'm tripping into the window sill.

Lips that speak of fairy tales,

I linger on each sweet word

that dances on your tongue and drip out.

I'm walking the tight rope,

my feet are giving out.

My chest invaded with hope

that was always there

but buried in the snow.

The heat of each breath melts

and reveals the mesmerizing unknown.

A mystery so perfect, I'm not sure I want to know.

So tell me stories, of whichever you chose,

while we fall into our own.

No matter the ending,

we could never lose.