Doodling has always been a passion - 

	the open-mindedness and free falling bit... 

                        ---> and he lets me do it without interruption, always <---

 he never, never says a word,
 or makes a noise, 
 just lets me flow...

	I can tell him all, anything, and he listens, sometimes nods
	and tells me to go on...

 but I can never finish my words, my drawings, my 
                   senseless and inane little scribbles when he is near me...

his dark beauty is jarring and I lose concentration...
		God I am so in love, it's sickening, delightful, the most wonderful of wonders.



         He can smile, the faintest whisper of a smile, and I'm gone...
         Just gone, lost in him.
         In his skin.
         His lips.
         The soft and hard of his body.
         He eases me into just being....

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Inhale.           *

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Touch.                     *       *
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Move and breathe.            *  *
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Kiss, sigh, elysium...               
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this forever deep daydream...
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			 Our life.


                      Our love.


           I can't believe he's mine, until we leave this Earth - 
           and I know I'll be with him, even beyond - I know...



He loves me, as I love him, and it's sunny, sweet, the perfection of the soul.
And he makes me whole, I give him balance and we are unison personified.
And he grins like a maniac.
And fixes me Ramen noodles, or we make S'mores.
And calls me baby, or shitface, or simply says, "Hey, I love you".
And he lets me doodle on his hand.
		
		And he's the only one who knows how to hold me.
		And I believe in forever, daydreaming blisses.