Kennington in mornings thought
Olive skin and drunken breath
Hairs that slide between newly discovered realms

Beauty, belief
Unapologetic paleness
That fills our room
Steals my breath

A single kiss
That leaves me blind
And mute

The discovery of hands of feet
A perfect back with muscled tone
That shines upon our beings complete

A thousand years
Per you are still
The rich heir of all my tears