melange d'amour .c.

we're only ever hearing the movies anymore through the fuzzy edges of mouth's meet, and our tongues caress as affectionate cats, coated by the lingering sweetbitter of coffee kisses.

our barn swallow lashes touch golden skies as the sunset sings our lullaby, and fingertip affairs march up the starcases into heaven's angel choir while we breathe through love-colored air.

we're trusting honey-glazed gazes larger than planets and soft-satin cheekbones dusted liberally with freckles-- we're complements of each other and our shades of happiness blend perfectly.

there's a crescent moon beneath your lips that kisses the horizon of our wildest dreams and dances along the edge of tomorrow. Love notes spill from piano key heartbeats while the rings of Saturn hold our fingers together.

we're frolicking fruitless after fireflies with jars clutched to keep the dream-glow inside, but we only ever end up capturing glistening gossamer with our hair.

you laugh like winter and hold me like spring's warm teasings on mirrored lakes. your summer beauty matches my fall heart and the leaves swirl in ghost patterns in our eyes.