your lips were soft and plump and meeting mine,
i felt us rowing in the sea of silver dusted constellations
with the midnight sky gracing our eyes and with the
glooming of the moon and we would row, my love,
amidst stardust with moonbeam in our eyes
and then we would move into each other and you would
whisper sweet nothings that would linger in my ears for all i could
remember and tasting you, with sweet layers of salt my love,
i was so in love and and we would row and row,
and then you would grasp my cheek and as if writing on my skin
with ink, you caressed every inch of me till i was experiencing my own special euphoria
of nothing but you, you, you and then me and you would
angel my head to the side and battle with my tongue
and then we were flowing and crashing and turning
and meeting your lips again and again was like a sort of new
oxygen that made the one i had been inhaling seem toxic and suddenly,
my love, nothing but your breath could open up my
midnight lungs and i loved it, loved you, your lips, your fingers, your hair,
your tongue against mine, your breath fanning my face, your eyes lightening me up,
and this is me, and that is you, and this is the chaos of kisses that you erupt
deep from within me and my love your kisses are like the oxygen i need in order to breathe and
yet, you would stop, why did you my love?
can you not see the chaos you've created, can you not see how i am crumpling only to wither away like ashes --
why did you stop, as if we were never ever anything to begin with?