Your lips say a lot when they collide with mine, I love you, I miss you, I hate you is being screamed but in the form of our silence and peaceful moans. Each one as amazing as the first time. They are sweet and perfectly fitting, the seal of our conversation. Kisses on your forehead even on your stomach, every inch of you deserves one. To say goodnight and greet you at first light, any reason and no reason at all. The sensation of the embrace makes me weak and at the peak Im swept away by the purest feeling of love that Ive ever felt.

In the heart of blue mountains
lies a star,
robbed of starlight.
Rises he with the faintest spark
between suns and moons,
he will be bright.
In pristine blue dwells he.
Stand before the sun comes,
beyond the horizons, he will be seen
In the heart of the blue mountains.

She was ice cold in midwinter
Cause cold was all she knew.

Yet, even the most solid ice melt
With a little affection
With most compression
And a heart full of patient.

She still delays
Because someday
Her guard will yield
At someone capable enough
To make her ice melt.

F for the fistfights I was asked to sit out of, because I was born with a different set of genitals
E for the equal rights I've been begging for, only to be let down time and over again
M for all the military applications that weren't even reviewed, because I seemed unfit for not having a pair of nuts
I for the inferno that you made me feel, fighting so hard to be a pilot that was obviously only ' a man's job '
N for the number of convictions the guy who ***** his girlfriend didn't have to face, because the way she dressed up showed that she "wanted"it
I for all the immoral stares that I couldn't counter back for the fear of your lawyers defending you saying it was a friendly one, for the fear of you blaming the shorts and crop top that I picked out for that lovely Sunday
S for all the standards that women themselves set for themselves, ***** standards; I'll do what I want and say what I want, I'll eat what and I want and dress the way that I feel like I need to, I'll wear bikinis that probably doesn't flatter my body and height but you know what? I don't give two flying f**ks
M for the mortals   that made it necessary for feminism to even exist

Why make so much of fragmentary blue
In here and there a bird, or butterfly,
Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,
When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.