You look like that, And you got soul…

Dry ice; like cold arms sizzling ice on fire matchstick on a box your soft kisses like an unloading avalanche cascading waterfall like hair released from a broken wall unexpected ripping of the skies a downpour of rain on an otherwise pleasant simple day your eyes that take a glimpse and disappear that appear again,

Intense emotion

You lied But I understood you when you did

Well, look at us

Well look at us, We’re in love again. But it’s best for you and I to lay here on this grass next to each other and look at the sky. We’ll probably have nothing to say, but only a few sentences when something strikes us. We can make love voicelessly, wordlessly, exclusively, and passionately by