Melted and mixed into your body,
my insides shake.
In the way that tickles the pieces of stardust sneaking along my blood.
The breeze of your breath on my neck blows the gray locked away out of my bones.
I've longed to remember what I felt like in color; so my veins comply to your touch and send splashes onto my skin like a canvas dry for paint.
Your kiss is a dangerous whirlwind that will soon blow away with a piece of me.
And your love is a looming tempest.
I'll gladly give myself up for your breeze.