CXCII.

I just needed you to know
A thing or two.
I wanted this to be
Your name: written in lights,
Or across the stars,
Or on my wrists.
But those things will come.
For now, we wait.
The way we breathe
So quiet, so secret.
The way we scream
So loud, so reckless.
The way we sing
So in love.
My heart has never
Felt quite like this,
So vulnerable, so free.
You are the breeze
across the pores in my skin.
Where they had made me write,
They had made me whisper,
Only you have made me sing.
So young, so honest.
Abandon every inhibition.
Throw my heart
Across the city.
Dare my hand,
To find your fingers.