Do you know what love is?
Or what it looks like?
Do you know how to pin it to a board and
Examine it like all of the other colourful feelings
That are beautiful and dead?
Can you paint a mural with a brush made of eyelashes
That once caressed your check like their shotgun of my lips
And can you breathe me back to life.
Do you know what love is?
Or what it sounds like?
Do you know how to write harmonies to contradict my
Powerful melodies
And write lyrics that dance off the page in ribbons of gold and silver
And can you hum in tune with the F-sharp that resonates from my ribcage
Because you will either be the minor fall or the major lift of my chest
Breathing me, back to you.