The Dream

And if I had a breath to describe our love I would say it was as beautiful as cracked concrete as dangerous as molten lava as disastrous as a natural disaster no one prepared for. And it was beautiful and it was so beautiful it was ugly and it felt so good it caused pain at the tip top of my soul that drip dropped into the mold of my broken heart. Clasping myself imagining your hold the feel of your kiss so light on my lips sharp intakes of air as it slips from my unconscious reality that was just a dream and twice as fleeting.