One could only adore the combination the beautiful word "our" creates.
Like a bonding,
like meaning,
attempting to seal everything within the body of cement.
Placing strings and emotions through an electrical current,
hoping to only survive the storm.
Wishing to carve away the nervousness,
the insecurities,
and to lock everything else away underneath the skin.
To be inside the "our".

To remember words written and caressed in whispers
sincerely touched within memory
holds me captive,
lost willingly in thought.
Only to see an image,
and feel my strength drained,
smile forth my essence,
and beg me to listen of winters sprout
and of mid day slumber.
Guide my eyes to see with open mindedness,
and sit beside yourself and I,
as a third party with curious eyes and whispers.
Only then you'd see my thoughts of you,
bare and rare in simplicity.
I'd count on your with my fears,
hopes,
and my frail,
lean,
soft thoughts.
And soon enough,
I'd love to be considered as something secure but
rarely ever understood.
As you allowed it,
I'd fill the chest lost in breaths.
I'd replay the times I laughed and felt alive,
enclosed in a snow globe.
You'd be the falling snow enclosed with me,
always there to be there.
We'd never grow with age.
I'd remain there.

I'm relatively positive you enjoy indulging in the fact that I'll always drown for you.
And evidently,
I'm surprised to realize that I live for the moments when you'll look right through me,
and see only confinement.
But how I wish I could only be the blankets that cradle you and more.
To have the opportunity to be smothered by the feel and press of your lips,
your flesh...
and why,
I'd die happily for every second of my life,
but only with the condition that I lose consciousness every time
in the warmth of your arms,
feeling you kiss me
as my heart skips one millionth of a beat.
Only then would I slip away feeling entirely broken
and complete at the same time.

It's been forever since I've seen you last,
and for that moment I admit lasts in cycles,
bisecting itself as the minutes grow longer and endless.
For it was right when we met,
and also a second time when I searched for and found you beside the bench underneath the bus stop.
And as you jumped for my attention,
my heart swelled and froze,
just as you smiled and rushed to me with open arms,
clothed in your favorite striped pull over,
eyes blazing and lips igniting the soft brush of my flesh.
And it was endless since I saw you last,
but I knew this,
and you knew it,
and we knew it more vividly together,
just as we counted down the minutes,
minutes til I'd be able to run into your arms once more.

Empty sounds rushing through a November morning.
Long breaths creaking through a bedroom windows rattle.
Soft strokes of the skin break its comfort.
Tunnels of longing float through a mind's encouraging thrusted composure.
Ascending reveries flutter.
I'm left with a thought.

When the world seems quiet and my breaths come out to whisper,
I'll remember you,
and the one moment I held onto.
The laughter we shared,
this thought I confront,
I'll remember.

Knees slightly touching.
Shoulders arched.
Lips dry.
Eyes lingering.
Breaths distant,
words carefully chosen.
I know you enough to believe it all to be true.
You know me well enough to hope it all your own.
Thoughts smothered.
One more hour to let it all go.
Several years to spare to rekindle.
I'll lie awake.
You'll look at me.
We'll rekindle.