Already the sun bleeds tears for you,
the sky, taking it's leave.
Letting this enigmatic evening commence.
Fathoming in the quivering stream of saphire, glinting its beauty back, from your eyes.
From the innocense of your heavenly grace.
Mezmerized by the forgiving truth.
Please help, the few inches between your lips and mine feel as miles, as if the feeling felt can only be cured by the syringe of love, that only your lips posess.
Yet, seing the horizon setting on you,
Sheltering from the thought that time is running out.
Musical riffs of new plateu of emotion,
only at this volume,
only this moment,
can this last breath befor the commencing, nothing can come between us.
This far, there is no return.
( I don't see the road signs anymore, just a climbing blur. )
I move my my arms to hold you closer, curessing it with all the love,
by istelf bunched into a cluster bound and aching to break free. Gropping at the suttle breaze which radiates with a dusk fragrance, annitiating my move.
Already tasting your your breath, clinging to my tounge.
Wrapping my lips about yours,
hoping I'm not dreaming that those are your hands moving up my neck holding me closer.
Only to find that day was left in silence,
from which the last words spoken were not words at all,
just a kiss.