Step to me
On the edge of the cliff
At the moment of my death.
Reach.

Strain.

Exert like you know I would. Like you know I could. Before I broke. Before You let me .

Before

You

Let

me

Think happy thoughts.  With taste though please. No exaggerated rainbows.
Nobody really thinks with rainbows.
Not even butterflies.
Make me feel it.  
Make me taste it on my lips, the tip of my tongue and the edges of my mouth.
I want to taste your breath. 
Just be you and sink in to me
That’s all I’ve never asked for
That’s all I’ve ever needed.
Was you.