August
I ask you the time, only because when you speak the voice I hear sounds like angles landing on earth. I only ridicule because I want to know how passionate you can be. One day we will both leave this earth, my love will not leave this earth. It will stick like an infant to its mother. I will tear even maggots apart, if that means I can kiss your skin first. No sun can burn the eyes the way you do. My spirit will roam the earth looking for you unknowingly, but knowing. That love is only once. Only once The life who only one knows of, is bright and intense.