the sand feels nice
between the fingers of our youth
touch you to taste you
oasis feeds the fumes i felt for you
we tango to our past
to jazz with hands closed
grips tight
the wade consumes our essence
your aura feels like heaven
darkness takes
words spoke, our reflection
he was beyond handsome
our parallels dance in a world
where things make sense
bliss transcends
things bend, but can’t break
where hell doesn’t exist
i breakdown his words
analytical from our stem
we’s and you’s
i spoke forever on end
infinity only exists
if you believe it can
infinity