the dew of your lips
and butterflies in my stomach

Nestled up against you
I speak without a sound.
Whispering a warm love story
across your cold naked skin.

Passive resistance.
With words against tyranny.
Beacon of courage.

Writing to you
  made me endure the boring dailiness.

Writing to you
  made me forget my sorrows for a while.

Writing to you
  was like painting with my heart.

Writing to you
  was like loving you with my words.

I should never have stopped.

You are like
  Grieg's "Morning Mood"
played in darkness.

You are like
  a sunrise marveled upon
a mountain peak.

You are like
  a warm fireplace
after a long winter walk.

You are all that's good.

“Like a rough kiss's dark fruit”
your life juice intoxicates.

Mouth and spirit
feed on sweet bitterness
and new strength
holds your faltering heart.

Crucify me with glowing irons.
Tear me into thousand pieces
or burn me in heresy fire.

Just do something
because no death
can be worse
than your indifference.

Every day and night
my thoughts are on your lips.
That crimson temptation
and source of my life.

They smile in gentle red
and speak with unique truth.

Quench my heart’s fire
with sweet tender kisses
and revive my wilted soul
with dew from cupid’s bow.

they hurt,
pull me down,
chip away,
eat my soul.

The life of two innocent souls
circling around their destiny.

Uncovering new sensual emotions
while drawing closer with each turn.

A shy curious glance sparkles and
turns into a pair of pounding hearts.

While the first awkward kiss
blooms into a firework of desire.

Yuri is love.
Yuri is life.