Ensconced in your arms,
I die,
from the world
running,
in sweltering heat,
eat,
parts of me,
to fuel my resistance.
The floor is a bed,
for our bliss.
We blend & merge, & breath,
many colorful difference.
That time, your eyes broke my bones,
I blossomed in your sight,
my tongue was honey,
Your smile brought peace,
and we painted memories.
Life threatens dreams,
we become one,
to fly like butterflies,
away from restrictions,
to kiss mountain eyes,
for the taste of sweetness.
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