Even far away
You know exactly what I miss
Your scarred hands
Are no shards on my skin
(Like his were)
Maybe my soul is old
But our lives are about love,
Poetry and gold
And young bodies like ours
Have the time to be reckless and bold
So prepare yourself for me
Because I'm coming and
My fingers will be electricity
On your skin
My tongue will be ecstasy
In your mouth
An oh, how will our hearts
Grow wild flowers
When together
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poésie"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
