My heart drops into my guts and rushes back to place
when i think of seeing you again
my body aches for yours
how long has it been? a hundred years perhaps
I lost count. I lost a lot of other things too
not you, never.
I wait and anticipate
with trembling insides
of the aftermath
only knowing for certain
the love that enfolds us, imbues us, enthralls us
strikes like the sweetest of serpents
consuming every fibre of our shared being
beautifully transfiguring, forever, with you.
Time Slows Down When You Walk Into The Room