Jan 2020
Guitar strings pluck to my heart beat
Hair wavy like the ocean, blonde assumptions of stupidity
No, a plethora of intelligence
An eloquent dialogue far from human thought
Nose scrunches, dimples of happiness
Your voice serenades my curiosity
Germanic essence of mountains and outdoors
Guitar vibrations beckon me to move even though I have no rhythm
Wooden grains of tender, innocent curiosity
Questions of both significance and insignificance
One day, our journey could become one by airplane
Luggage wheels thump against tiles, tapping into the silence inside
Finger nails strum my luggage handle like guitar picks
I see you, 6'2 and eyes of blue
Emotions flood inside like a chemical reaction
Pure sodium in a lake, an explosion
Car ride of endless laughter, street lights fade in and out
The door opens, leading into newfound memories
Oil sizzles off a pan, steam rises
An unforgettable night soon to come
Clever notes magnetize me further
Records play, retro music fills our moments, our steps in sync
Hand in hand, we begin to paint a relationship together
We fall into the bed, cuddling one another and chatting about our aspirations and dreams
My ear against your chest, I hear your heart echoing inside
The movie we were watching becomes background noise as our eyes meet
A yearning dilation as we smile
Moonlight leaks through the blinds
Lines from the blinds form pages for ourselves to fill
But instead of ink, we write with our actions
We write in a unique love language
Our lips connect like the last pieces of a puzzle
Hands wander around one another, tracing curves
Our curves different, reading different stories
Our eyes meet again, except I feel a firework show inside myself
Our lips etch a story wanting to be shared for generations
As our bodies become more and more bare
The TV noise fades into soft, slow music for sensuality
My stretch marks become like tributaries of the Mississippi
I beg you to express your feelings, since actions speak louder than words
Commencing a story of shadows in the moonlight, a rhythm of passion
Noises of sweet nothings
Soon we find ourselves asleep in the mess of sheets
You hold me against yourself lovingly
A night to never forget spills over into daylight
Sun leaking in, lighting up our glorious mess
We awaken with new curiosities
Hair wavy like the ocean, blonde assumptions of stupidity
No, a plethora of intelligence
An eloquent dialogue far from human thought
Nose scrunches, dimples of happiness
Your voice serenades my curiosity
Germanic essence of mountains and outdoors
Guitar vibrations beckon me to move even though I have no rhythm
Wooden grains of tender, innocent curiosity
Questions of both significance and insignificance
One day, our journey could become one by airplane
Luggage wheels thump against tiles, tapping into the silence inside
Finger nails strum my luggage handle like guitar picks
I see you, 6'2 and eyes of blue
Emotions flood inside like a chemical reaction
Pure sodium in a lake, an explosion
Car ride of endless laughter, street lights fade in and out
The door opens, leading into newfound memories
Oil sizzles off a pan, steam rises
An unforgettable night soon to come
Clever notes magnetize me further
Records play, retro music fills our moments, our steps in sync
Hand in hand, we begin to paint a relationship together
We fall into the bed, cuddling one another and chatting about our aspirations and dreams
My ear against your chest, I hear your heart echoing inside
The movie we were watching becomes background noise as our eyes meet
A yearning dilation as we smile
Moonlight leaks through the blinds
Lines from the blinds form pages for ourselves to fill
But instead of ink, we write with our actions
We write in a unique love language
Our lips connect like the last pieces of a puzzle
Hands wander around one another, tracing curves
Our curves different, reading different stories
Our eyes meet again, except I feel a firework show inside myself
Our lips etch a story wanting to be shared for generations
As our bodies become more and more bare
The TV noise fades into soft, slow music for sensuality
My stretch marks become like tributaries of the Mississippi
I beg you to express your feelings, since actions speak louder than words
Commencing a story of shadows in the moonlight, a rhythm of passion
Noises of sweet nothings
Soon we find ourselves asleep in the mess of sheets
You hold me against yourself lovingly
A night to never forget spills over into daylight
Sun leaking in, lighting up our glorious mess
We awaken with new curiosities
