We knew getting caught up in the feels was a reason to let the warmth in. Babbling fort right in nights of a evening gust. We let ourselves drench the oils of tomorrow in the bath of today. As it seperates into the drenched up atmosphere, I knew it was ok for us to sperate, for I, had her. For tomorrows prosper no matter how far we seperate and glide. It will always speak your name and keep my letters attached. Only lines where tomorrows sing will I etch our poetry. she has spoken underneathe my hands and they drift into pages on pages, I am a few words away from a new novel.
Pages apon pages, our adventure creating a series. No matter where we go I shall not fear for I have her, every breath, a new poem from my heart. Gurgling, like a baby learning to speak, cooing like a mother putting her baby to sleep. Your arms around me holding me tight, for, I know I have her on this dark rainy night. Tree branches performing a tango in the wind, you pull me in under the moon. Taking lead, twirling me around, our song begins when the droplets combine with the ground. A peacefully melody mimicking our love, the inoccent purity that we draw comfort from.
Comfort, merely a ploy, where the letters we sculpted on our verse was left to see the sky. I hope I loved her well enough to know that walking away is just a simple tide. It comes and goes, but we remain on the same beach. I hope she plays in my sand and lets the grains formulate beneathe her feet. A testament to our long awaited arrival where we find eachother after the oil transperses. I love the way she kept me close, in that locket around her neck, but seperated in the fact we couldn't touch.
Keeping in touch, only our hearts, our bodies, still in a parallel universe. Longing for the heat to radiate between, our souls to intertwine as soon as her lips touch mine. Knowing shes the only one I need, I keep her close to my person in a heart of gold, protected by a clasp, tightly clutching to my chest. Running along the shore, the waves lapping, dreaming of her love. Wondering deep inside if a mishap will take it all.
Fear, not an option. I love her scarlet views and azul heart. Her cool demeanor keeping things intact once more where the hottest heat could scorch normal skin. She, will not melt away into a evening tide, for she knows too well how to swim. Gargling into the moonscape fields a view of a sun too far away from our eyes. We know its still passes, we know it exists. The warmth is felt in our fingers as we let it all sink in. So on a final note I text away and let you know that, even though time is an hour glass we keep on flipping hoping to reset the last hour. It is her, who I love to love.
