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"