Laying in Your Arms

Everything melts away like a painting. I am here with you, breathing in your warmth. I am a star in a black sky. Happy in your dimension. I smile and it feels like a dream, something too good to be true. Is it real? When you look at me, I fall deeper into your rainfall, your tapestry. Shy but curious. I touch you, you touch me. The softness lingers like warm flakes of snow landing to blanket a sheet of grass, and inside the butterflies are making love heart shapes, and in this moment it's only us, no one around to interrupt. 

I turn to look at you, your perfect face mute in the light, the yellow shade. That night I was manic. I spent a year making art and never stopped once to look at the sky or breathe. I climbed mountains just to be here with you. Feeding on you like a disease, I am your disease. You are god. A big fat piece of love I squeeze. The moment is right. Pervasive softness looming in weeds, lush clangs of madness syncopated. We make music, little echoes fading when I close my eyes and sleep. I think of you like a king. My violent father, so aggressive but delicate. Your heart is red and gooey and beautiful. Beautiful man, I would never betray you. I love you, I care for you like my memories of the past, even the dark ones. I dream of you. I dream of kissing you on a beach, laying in your arms.