The pleasant lingering smell of rose hips, feels almost healing, as we tread through the garden - together barefoot and vulnerable.
I won’t shy away from the prickly green grass, then in the same way, let me tickle you with my stubble as we laugh - together joyful and crude.
One has to be careful not to lose themselves completely to rub your intricate fingerprint away into another's skin in patterns, because although the body feels heavy when weak kneed - the weight of another’s soul is too much to bear alongside your own.
I won’t hold your head underwater in the fresh lake then in the same way, let me breathe when we lay by its side - together entangled and safe.
The passing time made you my involuntary complex, feels nearly daunting as I adore this so shamelessly - us together - balanced and in love.