I miss what we had,
And I wish I could take it back.
But life,
Sometimes doesn't work like that.

make love to me,
in the open and vast spacings.
grass beneath my skin,
stars before my eyes.
make love to me,
through the sense
of great inevitability
incapable of avoidance
as the flow of waves at the sea.
as such, please let your fingers be.
make love to me,
till the moon sets to again as it rises.
and through in betweens
a star would come to fall,
the same pace my chest falls
underneath yours,
as i catch my breath
and wish upon that star
for you to never stop nor pause.

you're dangerous, too dangerous.
i whisper to my heart almost everyday,
but continued to adore you anyway.