Wednesday, 18 November 2015

May we never lose our magic

He is Peter.
I'm Wendy.
We are in Never Neverland.
Tinkerbell-cum-Cupid gave us magic.
I hear it in our longing sighs.
I feel it in the air, like electricity, when he enters the room.
I taste it on his lips.
It tastes like beauty. Rainbows. And the amazing rays of the setting sun.

May we never lose our magic.
May we never lose the wonder we see in each other's eyes.
The whitelights our souls ride, hand in hand.

May we never lose our magic.
May we never leave Neverland.
May our lips never stop seeking out each other in the dark.

May your arms always feel like home.
May Steel be my shelter.
May Silk soothe you.

May I never lose the excitement,
When I lie on your chest and listen to your heart slam against the walls of your rib cage,
May my heart always flutter like the wings of a captive bird, everytime I hear your voice,
May you always look upon my face in that way that makes me feel loved.
Don't stop biting your lip in that way that makes me cross, uncross and cross my legs.

May we never lose our magic.