This is the part of the poem where Things like love br Start br My hand glides across your bedroom wall as I dim the lights, br The shadows hiding in your mind, body and heart, br Take fright when your pulse quickens and your body gets warm br Oceans part when our lips entwine, br Our voices carry on throughout the entirety of a sleepless night br And every gasping breath we take brews into a whirlwind br Where you and I, feathers dancing in the current br Willingly, are swept away into heavenly oblivion br And like the goddess you are, we scream br Creating, inexplicable lights behind my ribs br Your eyes, like arrows, they penetrate me, br Much like your caress always does br This is the part of the poem where things like despair, br Endbr br Kyle Jonesbr br