Pastel crème skin when your curved moon lips
Etch into my quivering lines I find it hard to stop
My chest pounds arpeggio at beaming smiles
Like planes landing in crystal lakes and running
Fingers dancing within golden locks lying longingly
Lavished under my chin. When distance
Yields us to the forgotten realm of doubt we’ll focus
On the comings, goings’ of two sides of
Mirrors not apart of something whole or
Drool I know the pressure builds and whistles
And that’s what I seek and live on please
Give the same gifts there as here and
Shelter all the grey lines between sheets
Till our bodies mend to one perfect soul.
