Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.
Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.
We all live but a hundred years.
When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.
I searched everywhere for love.
I knocked on every door
and turned over every stone.
But it was only until I returned home
that I found love
waiting for me.
Knowing you, I understood myself.
Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.
I know you not quite well
Yet I foolishly surrender my mind to you.
Slowly and carefully you have cast a spell
Now my virgin heart only longs for you.
There is no need to push, I am already falling.
Once proudly tall, I’m no longer standing.
Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,
I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.
He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.
Falling in love is different for everyone.
I open my eyes.
I want to know:
what is in the abyss of a kiss?
Are stars born in these black caves
that house bated breaths and unspoken words?
Do our souls crawl on these tender cheeks
to greet one another by ivory gates?
What happens when we kiss?
Where do you go?
Don’t tell me.
For I have lost my desire to know.
so that I forget myself.
I close my eyes
and fall in the abyss.