Formless wisps of evergreen
Caressing your sweet face.
Your eyes weigh heavy on me,
lingering through the haze.
Seated before an amber glow,
a ritual so alluring,
Intoxicating the air we breathe,
a taste so otherworldly.
Sweet enough to hold a door for us to walk on through,
I can't help but want to hold your hand within mine as we do.
Cloud-kissed moments showered with sparks infuse the night with limerence.
Our lazy, sticky fingers trace a pathway to deliverance.
Falling into the blossoms, where you and I take root.
We breathe together knowingly; Inhale love, exhale pursuit.
