Because...
swirling on my finger tips
as these lips receive your kiss
my face feels thin 'till my cheeks fill flushed
how nice it is to touch our touch
a sensual bliss our eyes could wish
a manifestation that is listless
your hands so grasp the things they'll miss
passing lazily your neck on my wrist
yet so playfully we dismiss our surroundings
so we see our faces are rather astounding
to you I am a butterfly clipped; stuck on your flower but I won't dare sip
to me you are rushing warm wind; delightfully caressing my every whim
Yet
Sometimes
I tremble
At night
Scared
Of a future
That will end us
In a fight
But
isn't it normal
to think that way
especially since...
We blend like brush strokes:
blue, yellow, green, and red.
you can differentiate the colors but, they still melt.
they still flow passively and strong together.
and with that flow we glide hopefully forever...
I love you because...
we are each other.
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