our love is quiet and comfortable,
happy and safe
my home is in your heart.

my body is glass and with your fingertips you can shatter my façade and let passion flow from the pieces. I want the memory of you to be stained in my mind, your mark on my skin. I want to memorize the look in your eyes as you take me, the feeling of your gentle body pressed against mine.

I want to know what you look like when you wake up. I want to trace the bone range of your hips with the tips of my fingers and watch your eyelids tremble from their dark valleys into the waking world; I want to be the first thing you see, my silhouette faded pink and yellow by the morning light.

he makes me feel like acoustic songs on a summer’s night by the soft candlelight and
the dew on flower petals on a sunday morning.
when he looks at me there’s a light in his eyes that’s like watching the pale sunrise and
when he kisses me it’s a silent promise worth more than all the stars.
he touches me like im made of glass and he doesn’t know how much it means
that there’s someone who thinks im valuable,
that there’s someone who doesn’t dig their fingers into my body like im something to claim
and in that gentleness, i have become his willingly.
he found me in winter and showed me spring
the snow is only just beginning to fall but he gives me the warmth i need,
to appreciate the beauty in the ice
without freezing.

he’s the new beginning and the mark of the end.

you love like you sin, terrified and breathless.
intoxicatingly sweet, a poisonous temptation.
bioluminescent boy,
you’re dripping heartache from
your seductive serpentine smile.
fireflies in your veins like trapped dreams
of those who fell,
crashed,
burned their way under your skin
where you carry them forever.