Franco

My dear, I cannot forget the feel of your warm skin, The rushing of our hearts at two am, so full of life beating with purpose and happiness The feel of your soft lips, That tasted like the cosmos had descended on earth to share a kiss with me, The wildness of your spirit running at par with mine, Through forests, mountains and the oceans, The chaos that existed so comfortably between us. Your scent, so distinct but also so familiar, You were all cinnamon, leather and sadness to my cherry blossom and bliss, Your soul colliding with mine, making me feel like a vat of platinum or liquid gold, Flowing, Beautiful and rare. Your thoughts meet mine at a place that is neither here nor there, But somewhere in between till we can’t really tell where your soul begins and mine ends, We have intertwined in the purest sense, But we are composed of different things, You are made of dark matter, depth, Black holes, Good intentions and a fierce need to love me, I am made of galaxies, happiness and a fierce need to love you back. His lips spill poetry without him realizing, His voice is not a sound anymore, It has transcended into a feeling, A feeling that can put me at ease when I am in the midst of a hurricane, His eyes are made of tornadoes, And his heart is composed of wildfires, His soul is a tsunami, And I am drowning, Drowning into him, He is a living breathing natural disaster and surviving despite of it, Every inch of him makes me weak at the knees, and till I met him, I never knew I could love someone so completely, I know now. -I breathe in the galaxies he exhales// 20:14