Immortelle

Sometimes, I can trace the curve on your lips with my tongue, but logic comes waltzing into the scenario and taints my vision of you as you're wrapped around me tightly, like a vine.  
   
Forgetting, would be the easy way out but my heart and soul is oft at war with my mind.  
   
So, I linger in those unspoken moments in the hope of catching another glimpse of you, and the transluscent threads that keep my heart bound to yours because I know that good men, are rarely perfect.  
 
Your imperfections are equivalent to the impurities that taint me, and my heart remains firmly set, from dusk til dawn.  
   
Faith, keeps me tethered to the possibility of the impossibilities that render me weak, some days. Too weak to walk beside someone, who isn't you. Someone, that knows how to touch me, without even laying a finger upon my flesh, the way you have.   

A union doesn't evolve unless we come together to construct the architecture of our unity; in love, lust, compassion and trust, bound by our togetherness until we soar upon one anothers wings, sheltered, you will always inhabit my tidal being.
   
I could sit next to you, for eternity.  
   
Nestled into the warmth of your arms as I feel the rise and fall of your chest while I ponder the syncronicity of our breath, and the way my limbs might feel at home whilst draped upon yours while I attempt to decipher the taste upon your lips was me.  
   
It was always me, and you.  
   
It tasted like devotion, and a contagious notion of diversity as our awareness and appreciation of one another unfolded rapidly but delicately as we learned to absorb the sentiments that lingered in our stare as you stared intently, seeking your self in the depths of my eyes.   
   
The kind of love that has no boundaries as love is as raw and vast as the wilderness, it is violently fierce yet fascinatingly gentle as the soul knows the heart of its healer, and there are so many things I'd love to say to you but this lifetime is too short, which reminds me, we must show redemptive grace towards those who hurt us, unintentionally.  

You've woven your love into the fabric of my soul, and my heart lingers upon the premise of your inked fingertips, as I close my eyes and feel you scribing your love upon my hips as the words I love you, linger upon my lips.
   
And for all you know, the truth you were seeking could've been hidden in the soft incanticles that are whispered to the universe, to keep you safe each and every day. 
 
Our love... is like wine that became our poison.
 
 
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