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.