In **** communion with you two bodies blooming, fluidly fused. Blushing, rouge- human muse illusion's hues in but a glimpse, a view; maroon turned blue, and like sweet honeydew exhumed at the roots feelings bruised as you withdrew.
Hell at least if heartbreak is good for one thing it's getting rid of writer's block 😆 pretty happy with this one as a 2nd (and final) draft though 🤷♂️