She can only be so open with someone who loves her so
So when he feeds her this love, she loves in return
Giving back each ounce of it, giving more than what she can give
To keep him alive and breathing;
knowing that she is his sole purpose
his newfound religion, his reason, his addiction
And to touch her, taste her is not a mere wish
It’s a dire need
And the only way to exist
In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roam wild and you could hear them. I spot you occupied in your bliss while I stand observing, breathing in this mystical environment, inhaling the scent of your refreshing aura that spills from within your warmth and oozes all around me, infuses into me,
and I dance in it; dance in thoughts of breathing with you, living on you; just hanging off you with my arms around your neck, helplessly, smiling, gazing at those warm eyes, that soft lip, the fold by the side of your neck…
I can live, again and again.
The only thing that’s real is
my body onto yours, bound together, deeply lost
in some mist.
Everything else is made up,
nothing else matters, nor exists.