Untitled XXIV

I didn’t think I’d post
thoughts on your chest
when my head found
the perfect groove.

Words expand
and compress,
floating haphazardly
through the vine
and thicket.

You capture radiance
as fireflies bound
in glass encasement.

Beauty describes every
syllable, breathing into
existence a force of love.

This is how we fall into parallels,
minds joining, hearts bleeding,
love, eternal.