I find me in you.


there is a fine contour
amid each kiss,
reviving whips,
making secrets endearing

your warmth enunciate
a fresh eulogy
with morning glories
sprinkling laughter
of our whispers

your hands are like a blue print
in my soul, sketching each furrows

every breath revitalize
a cadence
embracing our skin
like a blanket
protecting from grime

your eyes is like a beacon
when we stare, its galaxy exploding

liquid pools of love
crystallize an epoch in me
fostering each beats
like a pearl
resonating a chime
of our glory

we need no map
to trace the existence
of our body


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