Giving my word that this time I will change Promise kept for once indeed is something strange Read lips when I say to you "Help me stay strong" Painting your flaws red will always feel wrong The way to reach goals is to grow to rely On each other til the storm passes us by It's learning to trust without question or concern In rain until this painful period is adjurned Waiting for strength to flood limbs Clear each cloud away that dims To dance on fingertips so near Keep looking but it never reappears
I brush your spine with my fingertips I kiss the lines that lead to your treasure chest I rest in the enigma, I rest in your charisma Waiting to explore your oceans Can't resist you, your gaze has me frozen frozen in the moment, velvet kisses on your mind like a poet lean into it, lean into the moment
“I’m a student of light,” Louis said. “And a poet.” “No, I leave that to Charles Baudelaire. My job is to capture things before they disappear.” “Am I going to disappear, Monsieur Daguerre?” - Dominic Smith, The Mercury Visions of Louis Daguerre
Imagine, I'm laying in your bed. Beneath your covers. On your pillow. In your arms. Imagine, you press your thumb to my lower lip, and you can hear my heart beating like a hammer. You remake my ribcage with your fingertips, and you teach me a new language with your mouth. You touch me with intention. Imagine, I let you. I uncurl. Moonlight filters in through the window and pours over us. That silky-white illumination is reflected in your eyes and it touches you so softly, I could scream. And the exquisite truth of it all is, that if you ever did get to touch me, I think I would die.
I think I have begun to reach it, the edge of the world. whether it is flat or round everything must come to an end so I have begun to reach it, the edge of the world of this world of your world of my world. I'm **** near the end im so close I can caress the stars with my fingertips. up here the oceans have taken the size of a mere moon. and I think what world must lie beyond but I how ready I am to leave his one, or if there even is a world regardless I have reached the edge of my world and I could not be more ready to jump.