If I could turn you into sunshine, and absorb every wavelength possible. If I could make you into air, to inhale your every particle. But my lungs are heavy, and my skin is dry. My bones are brittle, and my flesh is wasted. But I'd still weave it all into you and hope that I'd be able to unwind myself without it left tangled around your spine. Forgetting the spineless back you taint with your lucid dreams.
The words escape me. There is nothing left now but fractions of segmented memories of moments, of hours, of days... Of your scent, of your face, of your hands .. tightly holding mine, softly caressing my face, safely wrapped around me. Of your eyes. Oh your bright bright eyes. I have never. I will never, see the worlds I have seen through them again. I have loved them all. Of your kisses . Warm.. fast, slow, warm.. enthralling.. sweet, bitter, strong, deep. light... Heavy with your breathing. I wonder what are your memories. .. I wonder how was it like for you, I wonder why it was not enough . I think I have lost myself somewhere, 'some-when' I took in every bit of you, every taste of you, every scent of you, every touch of you all at once. Passion.. I remember .. your butterflies burning in my stomach, taught me what it meant. Maybe ...
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