To be next to you!
I would bind wings of wax, feathers and bound strings
Cross oceans, mountains and many streams, discard a false heart and tread on my own dreams
I would sleep on a cold stone slab or even coiled springs a bed of nails for the night and
Sell all of my things...
To be with you these are insignificant things, to touch your warmth or see your smile, to become lost in your eyes and set flight to denial.
To feel the beat increase the intense release as my heart pounds to your rhythm as you Nuzzle into me.
To be next to you is to be set free from this emotionless prison under lock and key...
To be next to you is the way it's meant to be, you are the air in my lungs that lets me breath,
I am the deep roots of the tree wishing you will always be leaf..
In me!
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