I touch your skin
with my mouth
I inhale your soul,
your essence is the heart
of the morning breeze
upon my lips
I am set alight
burning after your horizon
my petals pulsate
until I slump inside your chest
I am the sunflower
you are my fire
I follow you like mist
meets the sun
with me
it's all or nothing.

some words
don’t exist

they are phantoms

teasing our
tongues

invading our
souls

spreading through
our veins

making us believe
in them

so we will share
them with others

that is the only
way they

can live
because they

don’t exist as
anything else

Oh how the spider
Laboriously builds a web
Fine silver threads
Shine in the golden sun
Perhaps drying from
The morning dew
Such a fragile design
Man can't  remake