To Be Love.

You lay on your side,

my arm

draped over you;

pulling you closer.

 

Out of the corner

of your mouth,

you smile,

lips pursed.

 

“What’s that smile for?”

 

“…Nothing.”

 

“Liar.”

 

I prop myself

next to you;

you turn

and slide

under me.

 

“What is it?”

 

Lips pursed;

a slight lick

and

nibble of your

bottom lip.

“Tell me…”

 

“I love you.”

 

It was a

whisper;

like light

waves rolling

over sand on

the beach.

 

No separation

between

you

or

me.

 

Just us;

living in

this eternal

hush

of truth.

 

I.

Love.

You.

 

In an instant,

everything else

becomes meaningless;

while we

become

immortal.

 

No questions.

No,

fear.

 

Just;

Love.

 

You and I

intertwined.

No barriers,

between us;

internal

heat awakens

in

our

souls.

 

Your lips,

are my lips;

my hands

are your hands.

 

Our eyes,

go

happily blind.

 

Our breath

turns into

a caress,

that plays along

both our

bodies.

 

“I love you…”

 

This

is what it

means

to be alive.

 

“I’m here for no other reason…

than to be with you…

 

“To be love,

together.”

 

-Gustavo Lomas