I am utterly entranced by the overwhelming feeling; the spontaneous movement of loving somebody.
Take an empty soul and replace it with drunken nights; gripping sweaty palms.
Where nobody becomes a doormat.
Every happenstance, every canyon pained on your spine, has been permanently encrypted into my mind.
Bites, lustful grabs, heavy breaths,
locked legs and fingernails.
Theres more to this than
that,
more than a fleeting heart.
I’m terrified of the inevitable silence, and maybe within your aging hands I can sense; your heart grows older and louder.
You cannot hold hands when you’re dead, but you can take torn apart ghosts and speculate a lifetime.
I want to carve my name into your soul and swallow up your breath just like the horizon swallows the sun.
Willingly but hesitantly taking away from a beautiful view.
I will take all I have and give it to you.
Whatever you can’t do, I will, this is how it works.
I love you.