My mind is a hurricane,
my tongue a tsunami,
A natural disaster
But that's okay
because you told me
nature was beautiful
and I've never wanted to believe anything more.

Im not the kind of girl you call beautiful
for a return ticket, a quick visit,
into my most sacred parts.
I am the kind of girl you call exquisite,
as i show you how to master such
carefully created works of art.

Your fingertips are covered in thick sparkling stardust
the reminders of a night of passion
hours spent showing her
just how much you want her
just how much you need her
just how much you
love
her

Your name is a forest fire,
ignited, erupting, each time it dances between
his lips
and tumbles down his chin

I take my hands
And lace them tightly around your trembling heart,
I pull you in close
and promise you a fresh start
using
hand picked words of art
you place your palm
in mine
as we embark and unwind
the knots within your mind
together we find
solutions for the pollutions
that others have left behind.

You're reaching the brink, the breaking point. But you quite like the sound, of broken plates and you greet with haste, the familiar taste of self destruction.

I remember the first night we kissed
The feeling of fireworks
Erupting on my lips
Of electricity pulsing through your fingertips
Tracing down my hips
To the curves of my spine
The standstill of time
As your eyes looked deeply into mine
And you drew the words i love you with your hot breath
And stamped them
Beneath my rib cage.