Syncopated bloom.
It wasn't in another way,
but with my own eyes connecting with your eyes,
but with my own eyes connecting with your eyes,
it wasn't with a soft sound of ocean waves crashing,
but with my ears perceiving even your most languid breath.
Heart pumping...
Rewinding.
Stop.
Heart pumping...
Your smiles.
The love that moved you to
come out of some bubbles.
The first touch that created eyes full of shine,
it will reside at the peak
of the recalling of the moments shared with you.
But where does that love,
where does it reside now?
The love that...
...Heart pumping.
Play.
