“🌱🔆🌹”

When I think 'grounded',

I never anticipate the fall.

Soft under your fingertips,

held with grace,

your single eye freckle,

velvet lips my sweet surrender.

My entire being

a mote of breath

passed between us

endlessly inspiring.

A singularity midst

the tips of our tongues,

galaxies coalesce,

eons pass with each

gentle

tap

on your collarbone.

From dust,

to dust,

no death to do us part.

Only you,

and me,

ad-infinitum.