I
want to rip off your logic and make passionate
sense to you. I want to slide in the swing of your
hips. My fingers will dig in you like a quotation of
marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech. I want to
whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters in your
soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential.
Ink will flow from the fingertips of our tongues and the
tongues of your fingertips will taste the words written on
script. My heart will call out to yours and then we'll be
joined as one, big, beautiful, lyrical monstrosity, tangled
within each other's radiant love. The heavens will shout
down to us and the galaxies will stir. And in that one moment,
our eyes will caress each other's with the tenderness ony
star-crossed lovers can acquire. We'll lift off the ground
into the enigma of the stars and discover the crevices of the
world which we've never dared to touch before. The palms of
our hands will embrace and our fingers intertwine. Together,
we'll forever be invincible, we'll wake the universe.
They will hear our silent cries, whilst holding onto
Saturn's mysterious rings, we will defy gravity.