for you, ill tell the tales that your hands had left on my spine when we kissed .
how philosophy and language that the world stands upon seem to crumble
under the weight of two bodies
not ever wanting to let go.  
this is how i forget about the walls
that kept us apart for too long.
this is how we forget about the stars,
and leave the constellations on our backs.
this is how London bridge falls
as they all melt into the background.
as reality shifts into nothing
but lips, and an endless stretch of skin.
touching and breathing.
too much and never enough.
this is how i die and go back to life.
For you, a thousand times over.