Mush

Like heatwaves floating above a glass lake my brain blurs around you. 

My thoughts collapse into a mush of you. 

You’re the only thing there. 

Fireworks behind my eyes when I see yours. 

Every glance your own personal display,

For your eyes only.

And if you melt I want to melt with you.

Like breath and skin,

Like need and nearness,

Like impulse and intention.

Let us be one.

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