her kisses are to clouds as my mouth is to the land they ghost over,
trailing slightly, barely brushing the ground down below.
they are to matches as my skin is to a wooden home, abandoned and overtaken by nature,
ignited by a thousand fires that set my soul ablaze.
they are to the stars as i am to the night sky, illuminated by their presence,
filled with the love they hold with every touch.
her kisses are the air i breathe, the adrenaline pumping through my veins,
the soaring feeling of eternity cutting through my chest.
i wouldn't know how to live without them.