Still

Wistful, are thoughts of you as I trace the shimmering stars with curious fingertips that yearn to roam upon yours as I count the beats that seperate our hearts, hoping to realign and become twined, whilst our staggered breath sustains one another in a motion to release ones burdens, wholly.

Constellations carved upon the notions of mistaken identities as we reminisce upon leap years, whilst the potential slipped from our grasp to seek affirmations of commitment upon the infusions of possibility, the cursives remain etched upon my heart as the words fell from my lips.

The sun rises and falls between the lumination of here and there, now and then, with only our heart & souls to bare as we readjust the treble and quiver upon the scattered leaves, during the Autumnal fall.

The aromatic scent of your spoken love forever holds my embrace, forever coveted, from dawn to dusk thoughts swirl upon the fragments of what may have been as I find within you, salvation.

We danced upon the vast wilderness of planes plentiful, whilst immersing ourselves in sandalwood as you carved your name upon my soft delicate petals with a hunger that spoke to me, of me being yours, and you... being - mine, in sickness and in health.

I dwell upon your arcane resplendance as it leaves me breathless amongst the tones of red amaranth that sway upon the breeze, planting soft kisses upon the internal fractures that keep us bound to the beauty of our silence.

Enveloped tightly, we lie in the ambience of our everlasting flickering flame, creating shades of burnt orange that lick the gentle breeze whilst soft murmurs escape my lips, hoping that they land upon yours to reiterate my undying love for you.

Still.