You told me I was beautiful over and over again.
The numbness and tingling made me feel like this could be pretend.
Everything, all the kisses all of your sweet words, flew me to heavens I had never been.
I could tell you were experiencing the same.
Not a bullet from the sky could tame.
The vibrations and movements of air.
Made us feel a certain alarm or beware.
Your kiss has always been a ticking vessel.
In which, you are, my absolute favorite sir to wrestle.