Your breath

Your lips taste like the poems that I 

can recite by heart 
and your mind 

is the medium where two seas part. 

Your eyes are filled with blossoms 

that burst out 
in spring. 


Your voice is all the melodies 

I’ve ever tried to sing.

Your touch is the first day of autumn 

and like the leaves, I fell. 


I love you with every atom inside me, 

every fibre, every cell.

Every season lies in your smile 

and every ocean crashes in your eyes. 


I’ve let the tides wash me 

away to your soul of sunrise.