Love me with the lights on. I want to see the contours that mark the intricate memory of you.
Romance fades in the daylight, unless it's made there too.
Let's dance with the sunshine and listen to what the night has to say.
The precipice of discovery has beckoned me to her doorstep, the way wicker became a basket for the very first time.
Experience is a vessel to know the great beyond through the hands that hold it, and watch it pass through.
No - not just watching. Threading, sifting, stretching - consuming the sidelines with hungry eyes and wide open mouth.
Life has made us to digest it.
And so, let's feast - before the lights go out.