We are everything
But we are also nothing.
Grains of sand compacted with color
Hoping to find love with another

The texture of another's skin
Telling us to be born again.
Lips against lips
And hips against hips

Waking up to the flames in the sky
With them right by your side
Perfection- sweet, sweet perfection
And all of the bright affection

Our color spread through our fingertips
Waiting everyday for our ****** eclipse.
Timed just right, but never planned
Something that should never be banned.

The feeling of love.