Unspoken sentences carry the weight
of heavy syllables that
yearn to be unleashed
b
u
r
n
i
n
g
holes into pages,

Its all better
left unsaid.

Love me,
like never before.

Hold me in your arms as if i'm yours,
feel the warmth of my breath seep into your skin.
Let us burn a composition from abounding desires
and feed it something,
                                   like love.

If only for a day,
let us live in the moment,
before the future seizes it all as memories
that we play as recordings in our minds.
Wondering.

I need to know how it feels
to be uncontrollably loved
by you,

   for nothing,

          nothing

                 would
                        possibly
­                                    feel
                        ­                   more
                                                 utterly
                                                                ­ beautiful.