At Sea

October 30, 2014

I crave the act of running my fingers through your hair,

To hold your face in my palms and kiss every part of it,

Your nose,

Cheeks,

Left eye,

Right eye,

Leave no inch untouched by my lips,

I want to plant flowers in your heart,

And let them bloom every day,

Each one will uphold unique happiness,

I’ll command my tree branches to grow eternal fruit,

Therefore my sweetness could always be with you,

I’ll built a boat so we can sail your thoughts,

And bring life jackets for the rare occasion of tsunamis,

So let’s leave the shore and sail,

All is required is ourselves.

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