"And your very flesh shall be a great poem."
-Walt Whitman

And your *******,
Like mountains over the course of eons,
Will rise and fall
With your quickening breath.

Your breaths can outlast time.
Your voice can topple empires.
Your sighs are intoxicating—
I get drunk off your words.

Words fall pathetically short.
One thousand poets and scribes cannot
Express to you a single drop
Of the ocean behind my lips.

Kiss them, and drown with me
In a sea of our own creation,
A world where love is no longer trite,
And poems about it are
Dangerously revolutionary.

We will be pioneers amongst lovers!
O! we will be pioneers!

We will travel the globe under the guise of night.
And I will cross the planes of your back,
The valley between your shoulders.
I will rappel kisses off the cliff of your collarbones
And over your *******, which,
As mountains enduring but an instant of eternity,
Will rise and fall
With your quickening breath.

And we will stand against time itself.

And it will crumble beneath our gaze.

And we will outlast eternity.

Because we are pioneers amongst lovers!
O! we are pioneers!