Fondled

 
The notion  
of  
yesterday  
and
completion  
fondles  
my  
subconscious  
in ways  
that leave  
me  
feeling  
a sense  
of  
beautiful
entrapment  
 
whilst I’m  
yours
and  
you’re mine
there are different  
layers  
that create  
our
bond
 
as we’re  
bound  
tightly  
in  
golden threads  
and  
we’re just
like
lightning & thunder
as we
dance  
in the
rain
 
cleansing
 
our  
heart & soul
and
I long to taste
your  
breathe
as our
lips
mingle  
and  
draw infinity  
upon  
one another’s  
 
life force  
 
as we  
immerse  
ourselves  
in the  
waves that  
enable  
us to
drift & swerve
 
crashing
  
into
our  
happily  
ever after
tomorrow.