Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech. I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential. Ink will flow through the fingertips of our tongues and the tongues of your fingertips will taste the words written on script. My heart with call out to yours and then we’ll be joined as one, big, beautiful, lyrical monstrosity, tangled within each other’s quotes and philosophies- the heavens will shout down to us and the galaxies will stir. In that one moment, our eyes will caress each others with the tenderness only star-crossed lovers can acquire. We’ll lift off the ground into the enigma of the stars and discover the crevices of the world in which we’ve never dared touch before. The palms of our hands embrace and brazenness replaces apprehension. Together, we’ll be invincible, we’ll wake the universe, they will hear our silent cries, and, holding onto Saturn’s mysterious rings, we will defy gravity.