talk to me in poetry...
Let the visuals drip off your lips
I'll taste the colors of your imagination
No disturbing look on your face
Just your eyes to create an open space with me
My liquid color revolving love swirls at the center of my heart and expands through the part of my brain that needs it the most
Kiss me not when we only make love, but when you hang from the moon on a lock of hair or dance in the air with a weightless body
No look of panic to strike through my nerves
How about a secret word or a silly phrase to bring me back to myself, with you, to balance out the lonliness

Guide me to the stars and I will take you to the moon