love is the oxygen in my soul
it fills, it groans
it grows, it moans
it breathes
sometimes the air is icy
one false step and you're under
each movement is dicy
it's cold, you're alone
convinced the stifle is always
and suddenly
the air thickens
it's hot, it's damp
the newness
the discomfort
the excitment
the can't-get-enoughs
i could stay in this bubble forever
it breathes
but hot turns to warm
and it's not all i'd hoped for
i trace your delicate form
still not enough, i need more
i take you down a dark path
into a corner of mind
i let you sleep a while
someday it's you i'll find
i can't give you directions
but i can't just let you sit
i'll give you me in sections
somewhat of a treasure pit
until you find your way
from my head to my core
i'll let you roam a while
always wanting more
one day i'll find the bubble
that outlines me and you
perfectly we'll fit
in everlasting new
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