No one pulls those glasses off like you do.

Like gilding the artificial lily that is already beautiful

Well crafted and renowned for way it haunts you;

In the best of ways.

On your worst of days,

Makes you remember that everything is okay

Long enough to make you smile for no reason.

To realize you’re still breathin

Outwards and in

Again and again.

Because I tend to lose breath to ways I wish to kiss you

With no direction except for losing myself deeper in you.

Through your tissue.

Down to your bone

Where the sleeping stars of our love call home.

A place we can finally be alone.

One.

In Love.