you melt me like the sticky plastic residue
the result of our flame tempered en-devours
The curl of your mouth parallel to the coils of smoke
each rising in unison, they carry a sense of bliss,
the serenity of life and joy intertwined heavily through both
the curve of my spine pushed against your hands, strong,
tough with the work that you do, the work that pushes me to further admire you
its pushing, always pushing, my heart towards yours,
the loveliest ache that soars and quakes
the sinking anxiety, lowers itself with your lips
your lips, that i’d like to always be privy to meet
these aches,
snaking through my every fiber
as if my every nerve could erupt in some magnificent fire
watching the universe slip into place
as easily as my hand slips into yours
my incessant need for understanding
the fuel of necessary explanations
clashes with your soft sweet vibes
so quick to put to bed the nagging voices in my head
the masochist, so full of doubt
trembles and waivers in the wake of your charms.
