Sunrise.

My eye's color sense, between different shades of black and grey.
My mind wanders through woods, I haven't visited since I was a child.
Your eye's are the best of your form.
Our most meaningful words happen when your lips
Exchange hunger through finger tips and saliva.
The small of your neck is where I drink water,
Climbing my way through your hair,
Body surfing against shallow oceans of sweat and skin.
Promise your hands, split palms and fingers
Buried at the base of my scalp.
If your legs lock at my back, it's forever.
I never wanted to wait this long.
As long as I live and I'll meet you in heaven.
Nothing will keep us apart.