Eternity
Time is merely a nonexistent concept
when your dark Oakwood eyes kiss
mine—and it is then that my skin
unravels itself as I become lost
in the inebriating feel of your presence—
intricacy makes up your delicate touch
and I have never felt such pristine and
tepid skin—my fearful soul has been
unhinged and you have inhabited my
hollow heart—I am not afraid and my
hope has been replenished—
promises of eternity have been planted
as you float in my crimson bloodstream
claiming ownership of every cell that creates
my being—these signs of possible love from
you permit my mind to wonder if it is enough
to profess my own love for you—one could
certainly be mistaken, though, given your
natural deceiving tendencies—perhaps I
am the moon you become desirous for
when the sun fails to rise in the deepest
craters of your mind—I will without hesitance
conquer your soul the way you have with
mine—and fear will run aggressively off
the cliff never to be seen again—and
our ardent love will lace itself between
every star that comforts the moon above
our bed as we find each others soothing
touch—and it is then that we both will
disintegrate into the wind—watering the
promise of eternity.
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