Let's take what we have
(memories that are like
segments of oranges, bursting
at the seams),
            piece everything together
with lines,
and
play dot to dot .-.-.-,

                   the lines that join us
                          are the
              gateways,
        boundaries
and bridges
into our world,
that keep
my
perfect pocket smiles

safe.

I would much rather
spend limited time
with you,
being caked in smiles
making rhymes
about starburst limes,

than limitless time,
building rhymes
with empty lines
from missing you

The most beautiful words
I haven't told
you yet
are
whispering,
melting
in your arms,

I feel their warmth against your
skin and know,
you won't let go.

Words
soar
on your breath like
maple seeds dancing
along the wind
and land on my lips
touching softly for seconds
as delicately as a butterfly's wing,
my breath sacrificed to capture
fleeting moments,
soul swooning under your
words like
they are parachutes,
latching on to every inch given

As if,
they are all for me.

Breathe to me the
morning from your
lungs
and we'll live like there's no tomorrow,

                  Spice it up to HD and alter in a little more

!Spontaneity

Creativity!

Taking our spades and
digging,
scratching out holes in the atmosphere to
fish for life's little sugar hearts
in all it's pick-a-mix,
that we'll eat
and chew,
swallowing life for our bodies to feel
                                                   just a little more
-
-
-
WHOLE.

And we'll do it all,


Straight after our telephones finish ringing...