I am so in love.

I draw love-hearts within love-hearts.

Now, let me just hide my crimson cheeks and the flickers of shyness behind those
white,
white covers.

Please just carefully pick up the jigsaw pieces of my heart on the floor.

Yes, I can put it back.
No matter, how much time etches into my very skin.
I
can
do
   it.

I just feel that if I can see the dust-motes on my shoes, I won't be able to get up again.

Just, please?

Please, also,
look at the little pieces too.

See your finger-prints on it; that was from the first time your fingertips kissed mine.

See that little memory crumpled and creased saying 'Hello?'

Whisper
a
soft good-bye.

*Please, sweets?

Sun + Shine
=
Sunshine
The sort of warmth that dapples across bared collarbones and shoulders.

Honey + Comb
=
Honey-comb
The scent of honey itself gently tugs the ribboned memories of summer.

Sweet + Mittens
The sort that are utterly perfect for hiding behind those little winks and sweetness peek-a-booing from that hell of a smile.
=
Smitten

You + I =

?

Could it be love ?

"Now, don't ask that like a question.
Say it like it should end with
a comma (,)
or
a semi-colon (;) at least!
He says carefully and measuredly.
His lips kissed the tip of her nose
like
a
full-stop
(.)

B r o k e n

songs,
muted lips,
words with indefinite
spaces & pauses

dot around these floors in
this
home.

Where once upon a time,
there was
two
heart beats
instead of
one
within
it.

One slow,
lonely
heart-beat.

Okay,
it took a little time.

A handful ,
no!
Make it a teacup
full
of
tick-tocks.

With
a
dash of sugar.

Twice.

A twist of lemon.

One tap of the silver spoon.

It took a while
melded
with
patient waiting
for me
to
see
&
blushingly admit
precisely how much
I have
fallen
into
your *gravit
                              y.

"Hold my hand
Her quiet eyes widened,

and a little question mark
peek-a-boos
at
the edges of her lashes.

?"

His fingertips laced into hers.
Nail against nail.
Wrist to wrist.

There, I can almost feel your heart beat.

It is the surest thing
next to
gravity
in this
s t a r r y
universe,
sweet-heart.

"Oh, we have a little time."

An immeasurable number of tick-tocks.

It's enough to kiss your forehead and then the tip of your nose.

Repeated
twice.

It is the little gap of patient waiting for tea to steep
&
wisps of warmth to kiss your fingertips.

Enough time for nervousness to flicker in irises and shyness to tip-toe into crimson cheeks.

Oh, and sweets?
There is always time to whisper 'I love you'
on
the
cupid's bow
of
your
lips.

Always.

And it is midnight again.
We will write the date different.
Breakfast will be slightly changed,
hair will be terribly ruffled on one day,
then fine on the next.

Our souls may sometimes be coloured blue,
for now,
it's mellow sunshine melded with silent notes of wistfulness.

The handful of stars dotting across the grey-navy blue sky will sometimes become an infinite sprinkle.

Rain.
Sun.
Raindrops & damp hair.
Sunshine dancing across our collarbones.

Closed eyelids, but unclosed heart.

Tired soul but it keeps say a quiet 'No' to
sleep.

Lovely days flit in between the not-so-good ones.

And it is twelve at night again.
My white heart painted the loveliest red has been
trying & trying
to say
'Hello' or was it.. goodbye
to
yours

*again.

Her eyes were like the mirror reflections of all the cities he
wished
to
see.

He want to travel to all of them.
Every single street-light or star light
for that matter,
to
kiss
his skin.

Her lips & little smile creases held
the lines and angles
that
were
co-ordinates to
those
unspoken
wishes.

Those crimson cheeks were colours that reminded him of those days of balmy summer.
Rhapsodic notes of laughter finishing the hum of warmth.

Her words were undoubtedly the ones he traces on his wrists when skies are grey and black.

Her fingertips and hands gently reminded him
of

*g                    
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                   v
                                     i      
                                      t
                                                  y.