Time is merely a nonexistent concept
when your dark Oak wood eyes kiss
mine — and it is then that my skin
unravels itself as I become lost
in the inebriating feel of your presence —
intricacy makes up your delicate touch
and I have never felt such pristine and
tepid skin — my fearful soul has been
unhinged and you have inhabited my
hollow heart — I am not afraid and my
hope has been replenished —
promises of eternity have been planted
as you float in my crimson bloodstream
claiming ownership of every cell that creates
my being — these signs of possible love from
you permit my mind to wonder if it is enough
to profess my own love for you — one could
certainly be mistaken, though, given your
natural deceiving tendencies — perhaps I
am the moon you become desirous for
when the sun fails to rise in the deepest
craters of your mind — I will without hesitance
conquer your soul the way you have with
mine — and fear will run aggressively off
the cliff never to be seen again — and
our ardent love will lace itself between
every star that comforts the moon above
our bed as we find each others soothing
touch — and it is then that we both will
disintegrate into the wind — watering the
promise of eternity.