Patterns In Absence & In Reunition

There was sun.
And there was a race being run in my lungs.
Particles were swallowed and stayed
tucked between our lips as we made
pretty designs with unraveled fists
on each others necks and kissed.

There was cold.
Nothing to be told you knew just where to hold.
The light leaking through my eyes
touched you on the shoulder and did you realize?
It was just another way to feel you.
Storms will come and turn our skin blue,
cured by the potion that our hearts did brew.

There's pebbles and yellow lines
Hidden under my curved and rotting spine,
my corps becomes bitter- lonely.
Rough, soft, pretty, you warm me only.
Smothered in remains of your buttery scent.
Awaiting the return to a graceful descent.

Burning, burning, brittle, bites into the heart.
The end written in charcoal but you brought the start.
Of knees buckling, eyes twinkling, stars falling, gentle drifting.
Of melodies sharpening, blood warming, hearts stung swollen, fire sifting.

Intertwine:
Turn you into mine.