You were it, the treasure that I’ve always searched for, golden beautiful love of mine.
Even if it is one year, maybe two– I can feel wanting your lips more than I’ve wanted any type of honey or mangoes or even water when the air is thick with how much I need. I am suffocated by the extent of my need for you. I can breathe in the ways in which I was clear- ah the clarity! I loved you, dear, I loved you oh. How I did.