Your eyes, pupils
Black holes to the
Unknown.
To the all knowing.
The answers,
surrounded by brown,
white,
and lashes.
A touch bringing silence, only
sounds of breath;
the exchange
of life
slowly seeping from your lips
I kiss.
Lost in it, the melting
of snow
I'm made of.
This is
what they write about,
sing about,
long for,
die for,
live for.
This is...
