I can lay inside your eyes, sleep contently.
Lay folded within your ears, plucking waves like peaches
from a metaphorical tree.
If love were as fallen petals from dying flowers,
I'd be scattered across the remnants of my darker me ...
You make me tread the light and think of letters drowned in passion,
ink black as night, vivid on the white sheet beneath its writhing form ...
sweet emotional
I've always said I'd whisper you sweet cushy shit ...
Words that strip me naked before you, humbled.
So I have.
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