17 / 4 / 2019
Love is captivating.
The thought of you overflows my heart with underlying love.
The way you'd allow my fingers to trace soft silky patterns against your blood orange and cotton candy scented skin,
as we lay deathly still in the silent sun whilst it falls into deep never ending conversation with the Earth about bees and jeans soaked in rose water.
When wildflower fields are overcrowded we meet at the horizon of the mind.
Burning our blood orange and cotton candy scented skin and tracing soft, silky patterns in its remains.
Suddenly, love isn't that captivating.
