lureofthewest

I wondered if you would last if I did not let your hands rest on my hips where they fit like a puzzle piece. How am I to think, love that if I am the sun and I rise to wake you in the morning when suddenly I cease to rise that you will still rise without me still look upon the moon and dream with such resonance that it remembers remembers what was me Would you like it, love, If I failed to return the next morrow to your arms? If I did not kiss your skin and bake you gently beneath my rays or set fire to your soul? For I would surely die like an old star if I had no longer a heart to warm.