We are figure skaters on a summer lake,
taking Gold for drowning head over heels.
Love has always been a competition.

Your persona is radiant.
Your mind, electric.
I want to take magnets to you, draw you in,
and erase the heartache from your past.

I'll build you a sailboat made of bed sheets,
cut a hole in the roof and run vintage 35mm prints over the stars.
Then, dance with you every night on a sea of the classics.
Our laughter loud and bright like Technicolor.

Like antique phonographs,
I want to spin you in circles.
My nails running down your perfect grooves,
while you sing out Billie Holiday and truth.

If there is an honest love hiding somewhere,
I will risk deep water blackout dives
to shoals of any depth and bring that pearl to surface.
My sources say Sulu Archipelago is a good place to look.

On starry nights, when we're apart,
I pretend that the sky above me has been salted.
When I lick the night, I can taste your sweaty desire
And I like it. I want more.

I want your sweet and your sour in my mouth,
so our future will have an aroma that arouses all the senses.
Let me be the stamp on letters you never mail.
Your kiss on my neck, and your secrets safe within me.

Whisper sour nothings into my ear as we eat dessert in bed.
Let's dangle fruit over each other,
the world coated in our sugar glazed lust.
Our life together, delicious.