Not to be given, upon the first kiss.
Not to be given, for trivality.
Given because the soul, tells me to.
Listen to one's heart,
and heed the call of it's burning fire.
Pierce the ribbon of injustice,
the world bounds us in it's lies.
Hear the movement, and the beauty of it's force.
Sweet lips, and eyes closed in silence.
The breath of the wind, whipping in the air.
Tears like blood upon the shirt.
Drips of pain, on white and yet so pure.
Not me, my child, yet of everything.
Love and want, and need.
To much to hold in the dazzling embrace.
Entangled in sensation of dreams.