My lifespans is a duvet (come, cuddle close), to share And the pillows are our heartbeats to uphold our star-crossed stare
Under the duvet is my body: my lips, your sole supporters I'll throw you words (with love, of course) so please kiss these pink performers
And then my neck, my *******, my stomach where you shall witness loving need As I clutch close, (both you and then) the fruit of both our seeds
From there, my thighs, knees and calves long and curved (around your own) These legs shall keep me sprinting you in my arms, bound home
My arms caress your form and my fingers brush your skin Inked tattoos of heat and presence my existence (you wrapped in)
Finally, I show my feet planted firm, against your toes And I tiptoe up, within our bed to come close (nose to nose)
And I whisper "love", arms wrapped around (to keep you from falling through) "I can't help but feel, within my soul that my universe is in you"
And you gather me up, the entire quilt (cupped in your hands, warm as your breath) And you smile down, with shimmered eyes and say: "together until death"