& We Melt

Nobody has stretched out their arms like you have stretched out your arms. Nobody has said, “I’m your home and this is what I was meant to be all along.” We melt into each other like the fingers of flames. We melt into each other like a reflection. We melt into each other like a tired afternoon. Like a confession of love in the spring that melts into the flowers.

 

xo

Kevin PerezComment