And Nothing Else Matters

"So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who WE are
Life is ours we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters"

Watch the wings unfurl and curl around your shoulders. Follow the dew glistening in the sunlight as they trace the lines of the pearl feathers, only to pause at the end and let go in free fall.
Starved gazes too hungry to watch it fly and come rest on the floor, a destination well-earned. Soaking in the soul's calling, crying out to be caressed and drown in.
Hold the eyes simmering with the fierce fire of passion that will shred your placid dreams and set fire to their ignorance, only to burn you awake.
Feel your skin light up like a fuse, fingertips their fuel, the pulsating electricity of your laughter exploding in the skies like fireworks of red and gold.
Listen to her breathe in surrender and hold close.
Nothing else matters.



PS- I know how you're feeling Mishudi. Happy 22nd.  :*

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