all we need is peace, love and ice cream

The way you welcome me in your embrace at nights where the blanket is too cold and your skin is like a summer backdrop fleeting steps of my lips through every hills and slopes

It is eating you alive, Love. “Let it go,” I would say. But the demon inside you, is also a friend of mine. He is intrigued by the dark, twisted, and beautiful flare, that dances in your furnace. Let me borrow him for a day. So that maybe you will be able to breathe again.

Her love spread inside him. Ochre red swam in hot water, like ink. His ceramic body warmed up from her touch. Her love filled his tea cup. It formed a dome, expanded in volume. Until physics took over and it leaped off the brim. Still, he thirsted for more.