Silent Lullaby

how i kiss

this is how i kiss you; sweet and tender. only you can prove the fact.

if only you could see how my mind tangled in a concept of prototype love, like butterflies in labyrinth or fireflies in a cryptic haze.

i thought it was a concept because i couldn't express precisely how i felt.

thump. thump. thump.
how my heart beats whenever you kiss me awake in the morning.

you lighten me. you excites me.
you simplified these as a concept but you aren't really one.

instead, to me, you are a bittersweet complexion.

your voice is like a lullaby to me, in my embrace you whispered,
'hey, mir. i want to take an ablution. let's pray together, yeah?'

i teasingly smiled and you ask me to let go.

but, baby, how could i wake up from my state of drowsiness when all i can hear is your voice singing me to sleep?

'please open your eyes before i tickle you.'

fine, i'm awake.