I will trace your face with my finger,
down to your bare chest.
As if a child on a map,
finding where this heartbeat rests.
I will drown deep to your eyes,
as if winter kissing the summer’s lips.
So deep that my own eyes dilate,
and my arms tighly hugging your hips.
Give me that love you have;
that burning furnace.
Never try to look at the calendar,
nor mention our numbered days.
Lay down beside me under the stars,
run with me inside my dreams til sunrise.
Say not a word, I will make you safe;
and I will make you rest.
From the first night, even on the graveyard:
you are the only one I will forever miss.
©schistus
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