waiting for the morning lights

his lips narrate gently on her skin
the metagalactic love felt for her…
(a blue marvel love enlightened),
a loyal companion, (the moon),
in all its stage and with any kind
of imperfection and excellency;

her lips nonchalantly articulate
tenderly, his name, — a name
that invites you simultaneously
to relax while manifests by self
wildly and avidly in lure's parade
as is felt in their acute passion;

his lips and her lips scream love
and express their longing, without
waiting for the morning lights, —
their deifying's to live the moment;


πŸ“–

mille fois

shangri-la

from head to toe

there it is

shelter

recognize

check it out

@ home │ life + you

face Γ  face

love it