Do not drift
Without the solid kiss
Upon the greatest pair of lips
To speak words that sift
In ashes that leaked
From eyes deserving of joy.
I want to curl your form
In these pair of arms,
Walk with you
To a Heaven away from Hell,
To a place you were grieving
Yourself from believing.
To stop you from leaving,
I will wield you beneath
Moon and stars, outside grief.
To crown you a wreath,
In celebration for your life
A majesty apart from strife.
Weeping while colors compare you
To each sunrise upon the dew –
As love is the vision
Both of our lives knew.
We share flame for two feet,
Merging foundations in the heat.
This is beautiful… ❤️
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