lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

For youi have saved poemsunder my skin.

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.