I am clingy. I am verbose. I am impressionable in your presence.
I see you and I see the life I could live outside the molds of what is supposed to be
You make me not believe in age or birthdays in the most beautiful way
Help me see that lofts and bicycle rides are as fulfilling as my fantasies made them out to be
Allow me to cleave, to live and breath a whirlwind lifestyle imprinted by my chaos

Today we sit
in our beloved park
blowing smoke
touching lips
sharing stories about the ones we love
the ones that have loved us
and yes
you
in all consuming warmth
truly are the sun
I knew there was more to life by your existence

In our words I see forever
With rose tinted glasses I hear fragments of life and self, absent outside of you
With you
I am
existing in colours in shades and shapes in form
I am not forced into a box for your easy consumption

I love that words are our medium of expression yet separate from them, a wholeness exists in our gaze
You and I
we speak a body language reminiscent of clouds

I have loved you and left parts of me for others to see
Now I admire in awe as you become an array of viseral light, transformative heat to all who seek you and in abundance will find