Justin

Oh, how it's so nice to lay with you
And feel your fingers entwine themselves
In mine
Oh, how lovely a thing, free will
When yours is the same as my own.
How nice, your face, your eyes, your lips
Are, in my mind, possessed forever
Of kisses and
Touches
Oh, how sad a thing, to be the fool
To cling to invisible vines, reaching, grasping
Hoping,
Oh, how you make me hope
To love you some day, as my own
Though now I can barely possess
The meager weight of your lips on mine.