we look into each others eyes
me, into tree stumps with rings of age and reassurance
you, into pots of ink full of passion and
trust
and then our lips come together
performing a clumsy waltz
moving back and forth
to the music of our breathing
our chests pressed together
throwing our intermingling heartbeats into the melody
that
would be my favorite song
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:48 PM UTC
we look into each others eyes
me, into tree stumps with rings of age and reassurance
you, into pots of ink full of passion and
trust
and then our lips come together
performing a clumsy waltz
moving back and forth
to the music of our breathing
our chests pressed together
throwing our intermingling heartbeats into the melody
that
would be my favorite song