Let me sleep on the bow of your lip
and dream of the way it curls
when you laugh.
Look at me with those forest eyes
so I can feel the heat of a
in the fire between your legs
and soothe my lips with your salty sea water.
Envelope me in your embrace
and bruise me
with your hollowed words.
I want your storms and earthquakes,
your sunsets and mid-summer breezes,
your festering wounds and devilish thoughts,
your child-like dreams and courageous heart.
Let me love you as you were made,
and hold you
until I burn up in flames.
Yours sincerely, unconditionally.
— A love letter (e.a.b)