𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒.
my lover's mind blooms with daydreams of paradise,
and my eager eyes drink in the sight of roses rising
graciously from the tips of his fingers.
cocoa-dusted skin glistens mesmerizingly
as he uses his chartreuse liqueur and orange blossom honey
to frame the sun over a canvas of flushed cotton.
flowers were always his achilles' heel for he
can't ever get enough of their fragrant, aromatic scent
along with their miraculously pigmented petals.
heaven knows just how much i adore him,
because god has sent this angel down to earth
to willingly explore the puzzling darkness of my mind.
he tiptoes carefully up the spiral staircase leading to my brain, and
he inspects each and every fractured memory with such precision
that i feel as if i'm drowning in those golden hazelnut eyes.
his lips are my sugary sanctuary, and i dive fiercely into
the wonderland of honey and caramel just to be left breathless
with butterscotch on my tongue as we inch apart.
the violin notes we play harmonize with our heartbeats,
and i'd be lying if i said our audiences don't look away
with emerald jealousy due to our passionate stares.
there are some nights where our souls lack exhaustion,
and the vines wrap themselves lovingly around our tangled legs
as the comforting warmth of his hand slips into mine.
those nights are the ones where our brains lay awake
to talk about our dreams of the future, and so we indulge
in faraway fantasies that we'll have waiting for us soon.
we retreat back to reality after daylight swims through the room,
and i'm still nothing short of happy when he turns to greet me.
this, i think with a smile, must be heaven.
i've been blessed with a boy made of sunshine, and even if he
struggles to conceal the wildflowers sprouting from his ears,
those who laugh at him lose the chance to befriend a work of art.
