they talk about rainy
promises.
the blooming gardens
and hidden colors in
the skies.
Our breaths reciprocate
and they exchange
heavenly wisdom of
stars.
Time, obviously, is
slow here and light
bends in the shape
of our hearts.
Our skins touch and
the tingles carry
vulnerability that even
Gods are jealous of.
Spirituality without a
carnal caress is an
eternal thirst they
haven't yet solved.
And this is how we
complete each other-
The winter of my
summers,
breezy evenings of
my nights.
I wouldn't choose you a
thousand times over.
One lifetime is enough.
I'm sure we will live it a
thousand more times
in this one
over and over again.