If I am the book then you are the pages, that fill my dreams at night. From the dark folded chapters of my heart, your voice ushers in thundering light. With words so carefully chosen, you pierce them into my skin. Tattooing mémoires underneath rib cages, the ink stains bleeding within. They water the garden between two lungs, from the seeds you’ve planted in my core. As I witness them blossom into songs, that have never been sung before.
So take a deep breath and close your eyes, I’ll sing you the newest tune. A burning anthem to make our pledge, as our hearts beat under the same moon. For some make love and some make do, but we are of a different breed. For my darling you and I make poetry, in the most intimate and sacrificial of deeds.
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