We

Painting by François Henri Galland

We heal,

When we feel.

We touch the Skin,

And the bruises buried within.
Under sky, we lay finding stars,
Failing, you draw them connecting my scars.

We hold whooshing waves of an ocean,

We pretend and hide our emotion

Cuddle and say odd stories,

We lay with memories.

When we kiss,

It's bliss.

We rejoice

With husky voice.

We look with adoration.

Love? or some silly ideation. 

Fumble, but its frivolous after all,

Gulp more wine to forget the windfall.

We enwrap and we snuggle and nuzzle,

Then fit like the perfect puzzle.

Sync kiss with my song,

Hold onto bit long.

When we feel

We heal.