And what does it mean?
that a thousand sunlit days are dim
when compared to an hour with you—
that nothing tastes sweet
while I can still remember the taste
of your mouth on mine—
that without you I'm empty, and
(fill in the lines with care, darling—
you break it,
you bought it)?
Without you, ruby-red lips and pearly skin
are just stone, cold, and
is only skin deep.
Was I born with half a heart? because
(surely) you have the other half of mine—
I hear it beating like my own when you're
tangled up in me, completing me, shooting
hot espresso breaths down my spine
kissing you is like breathing and
making love is