in this very moment — wanting for nothing more,
you’ve no idea, nor clue.
this desire you inspire,
this everlasting feeling of comfort passing through my soul, covering every layer of my being.
such gentle envelopment,
infinite bliss within your embrace, and in every moment — i feel your existence.
from the taste of the wind, to the smell of the sun, your presence remains the most potent.
oozing out from beneath and bubbling to the surface,
filling into the limitless sky —
like the earth was formed for you to spread your light,
like i was born to harbor such vibrancy.
enriched by your entirety,
new to this age, but all familiar to me —
beyond these avatars, for you have always been;
the nutriment of my love —
the source of my joy.

my destiny with you must’ve been pre-written,
everything falls into place at a pace so lovingly,
the natural joy of creation has led to us, and us to it. 
creating these moments of bliss i often reminisce about,
no matter the memory, big or small—
it shall be remembered for the rest of my all. 
twitching with excitement for the path before us, unknown to any, 
even us,
the one thing apparent is our smiles and joy. 
euphorically gorgeous, you’re my favorite haze to get lost within. 
slowly enveloping my mind, body, and existence so benevolently,
as i with you, we practically fuse— like clouds and white smoke crossing each other’s paths. 
for half a moment we’re indistinguishable, together as one we run in complete unison;
synergy so polished and perfected i mistake us as you, or we as me. 
woe is me when that moment fully passes—
back to togethering apart, longing for your mist to kiss mine once again. 
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the sensation of familiarity i feel for you hasn’t diminished since we first met, and it has me wondering.
what if we’ve met before —
in our previous life,
as previous people,
but with this same adoration?
what if everything lined up so perfectly in our previous, just like it did in this current?
i’ve always wondered what the reason for that may be;
maybe in our first incarnations,
we fell in love so flawlessly, and shared a lifetime of joy and laughter and love and peace,
we were able to do everything we set our minds toward,
our wealth was astonishing,
we traveled the world,
we completed bucket lists and had minuscule worries. 
and as we got old and gray, all we could do is look back fondly—
“but what’s ahead?” we wondered. 
what new experiences will we miss because of the limitations of our bodies?
and so it happened, our first promise,
with the intertwining of our pinkies followed by a kiss on the thumb, we push them together and close our eyes.
“we’ll always be together, even in our next lives.”
afterwards we continue the rest of our days in tranquility, 
thinking of the contract we forged as nothing more than a sweet sentiment. 
a promise that we wouldn’t know if upheld by the other or not, 
because what is life after death if not the afterlife? 
nobody knows, therefore our promise was heartfelt, but bitterly hollow, 
or so we thought. 
we didn’t consider the overseer of the contract,
the one who watches life after death bloom anew in new times,
the universe. 
the universe remembers all,
so what if it remembers the very first of our all,
and continually rebirths us and realigns our paths after an incalculable amount of times prior and after—
and watches us fall in love over and over and over again?
a primordial love that stretches out as far as the universe does, 
all happening simultaneously before or after us. 
…just a thought tho

it’s very tranquil up here, no cool or hot wind blowing,
just a limitless projection of what has been, and what will come.
the past.
the future.
the present only exists because we do,
we are the personification of the current.
as i stand atop here alone,
i realize,
there is no point of being here with nobody to hold,
to talk to,
to look at,
to exist with,
i regret reaching this point but their is nothing i can do until this spot is taken from me.
it could take seconds, or eons, and i have no choice but to embrace the patience.
to embrace my mistake.

probably off in a loft,
writing my thoughts,
rhyming and timing the syllables,
conjuring words like birds they fly,
cynical flow but gloomy at times,
lyrical bows the sparrows will cry,
pierced by the arrows that flew through the sky,
higher and higher repeating my tries to fly out of orbit and break off my ties,
drifting and swerving i’m curving and turning while yearning for strokes of the pen,
my solace within is crashing and burning,
falling to earth,
i’m back by the morning for mourning the death of a dream that just ended,
i am suspended,
i am suspended.

our foreheads touch,
it’s almost as if they’ve melted together.
as i stare into your dirt colored eyes you stare back into mine,
it’s amazing how bright they glisten when the stars bounce off of them.
if i stare too long i know i’ll get lost,
but i can’t let myself look away.
i mean what if i miss something?
you don’t seem to notice it but you change everyday,
every hour,
every minute,
and being able to watch you evolve
fills me with so much joy.
i know i may sound selfish but sometimes i wish i had you all to myself,
i wish that the lines holding us back would intertwine,
they would become tangled and tethered together as we are reborn as a brand new experience.

When the world ends, I’ll always remember the way that you lit up the place.
Casting a light so bright that not even my eyes could escape your grasp.
Although, not after long they learned your pattern and darkness gradually snuck its way back.
“Try again tomorrow.” the darkness would say as the hour of royalty passes.
Then suddenly there was nothing but silence.
As if the world paused, awaiting your return.
A great deal of time has passed and yes, I still wait.
Although I wait not for the sun,
but for the end.

it seems to be,
you and me,
trapped within the universe,
spit a verse,
feeling worse,
happiness is in reverse,
black and blue,
the saddest hues,
i am nothing without you,
hopefully these words will stick—
to your mind alike to glue.