I am in love with you.
You, a thousand pieces of luminous turquoise strung together by a crimson thread.
I, a smattering of cosmic dust and consciousness with a spirit to rival the shooting stars.
We met in the orchid, casting seeds of passion as our bodies cultivated our beings.
It was here where I first found me, lodged somewhere between the darkness of your irises, and it here where I plan to discover the truth.
You, the world’s greatest mystery yet simple enough for a babe to solve.
I, a byproduct of bloody razorblades and plastic capsules that dared to face the depression during school days.
We met by the fountain of youth, stealing sips from the pool of passion.
It was here where I first lost me, adrift within riptides and black holes and empty liquor bottles, and it is here where I decided my fate.
You, the queen of the sandcastles, the kiss of a mother with the lips of a one-winged angel.
I, the comet that warps through time, snatching moments from the moon.
We met where heaven kisses the horizon, praying that our hands would always find a way back to each other.
Bodies now decomposing as souls are set free to share the clouds laying amidst the blue bed sheets.
It is here where I raised my hand to God.
It is here where you and I became we.
We, the hurricane and the eye.
We, the desert and the crystal oasis.
We, the anguish and the acceptance.
It is here, within this very brief instant of infinity, where the universe decided that we’d be destined,
Fated to tango along with the rhythm of the spring breeze.