Exhibit to me,
the nature
of two lovers locked
in - ti - mate - ly.
Merged,
syllable by syllable.
Speak to me
a sigh that travels time.
And unraveled, every minute then,
should be
before my eyes.
A single clock tick
brings about another span
of time spent with or without you.
Where does the next :01 lie?
For if I am to quantify
what my heart has found, then
twenty-four hour days
are a merry-go-round
of you.
Touch me,
with luminescent fingertips,
and trace me out
brighter than before.
Allow me
to share your shine.
Lay with me,
watching white expand
over lands redefined,
As seasons
sneak each other glances
for the first time.
Stay with me
that I may bear witness
at the warmth of your word
with mine...