after all

xvii.

You.

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

Your hands hold galaxies
Your mouth speaks wonders in symphonies

Your footsteps imitate feathers
Your eyes are pools of stars reflecting light
And I cannot get over you

Your skin draws me closer
Wondering, hypnotized
How you can be so
flaw-less

Your hair dances along the sound of you, glorious and endless
Your touch heals my sins and worries
Your lips incarnate bliss in all its curves

Your fingers point at infinite skies
Your toes touch foreign grounds
Fearless

You're my everything
You're perfect

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You.
To the person I haven't met yet