Gushing breath,
joyous death,
toes half-dipped in happiness,
your secret signatures on my neck,
I am a function of the love you give me,
a happily bruised in-love wreck.

I sway to so many tunes,
I dance like so many sand dunes,
all you do is draw a horizon across my waist,
and I can taste the last dregs of unbound tears of joy,
hidden away at the back of my throat, love is a four letter word made of your two arms around mine.

Dorothy's lucky charm, my own invisible shield,
your presence dissolving in mine,
and mine in yours,
your lips on my forehead,
twenty years healed,
twenty more sealed
and tucked away.

We're built with lego pieces of light and love, and I have an eye for the little things.