Strawberry blond

cats' eyes and freckled *******

a voice of spiders web and silk

In my secret place

the love I've made to you transcends

the fact I never have

or ever will

taste the nectar of your flower

or baste in your sweet sweat,

and warmth

If you could take

the part of me that belongs to you

and hold it in your hand

You would know

I loved you before I saw you

and I love you now

the way water loves stone

“Are you plotting on me?”* She asked.
“Yes, I am.” He answered.
”What kind of conspiracy are you planning to do?” She asked.
“I am conspiring to abduct your heart from you.” He answered.
”But you already did.” She muttered.