You shuddering with the deepest sighs,
the kinds that string the seconds within
                                                                         minutes,

snuggled within time itself

into this wisp of infinity.

I can feel my own soul cracking,
mirroring yours with blurry eyes
as your lips
say
"my very smile is a fissure of weakness."

Out of the very edging of my eyelashes;
the little wisps of my mind

flits this pinky-promised wish.
This
childish thing                                          
                                      mingling with these balmy summery notes.

I cannot wait for those white, uncreased sheets to be infused
   with your                      
          little smirks & laughter.

For these two tea cups to ****** its wonderfully ***** of a sound to lull those lazy days to awakeness.

Your shoes right behind my foot-steps,
c r i n k ling,
creasing
snaps of autumn itself.

A peck on the nose between the gaps of our once-shy feet.

And I realized how far you could pull my heart in ∞ & a half ways,

you could break me like a pinky-promise.

Little delicate china pieces adorning worn-out shoes.

But goodness,
it has just occurred to me that

we are
stronger
than
we know
of.
And
we love more than we could ever imagine.

My eyelids are so sleepy,

my soul is dreamy; bubbling effervescently.

Little pops of airiness,
those little gasps and slow breaths
fill the empty gaps
between
upturned lips.

And his fingertips kisses yours,
  your wrists
&
then the tip of your nose,

as if he is saying
"Yes, mine too."

Don't be scared to write in ink.
Bleed your thoughts,
let it carelessly infuse between the spaces of blank paper.

You see, sweet-heart,
at least one sliver of your soul will not feel so

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