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

black-and-white

(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

beauty

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

Oh, Love

kissing you is like breathing and

making love is

life.