Beaming bright, like sweet sun – it bounces.
It burns, it scathes and it blinds –
It is love like your lips are my lips
and my lips eternal.
It is insecurity like I care too much about my hips
that are your hips eternal.

But it is sweet because your heart is mine eternal,
It is sticky because you cling to me so we bounce, burn, scathe and blind,
It is sleepy-strong, like the tendrils of your murmured words as they fall
in the dark, dark night
where we tumble,
heated and cooled,
twins in our agony, striving for the peak.