would, could, should... can we?

He feeds his smiles through the holes in my atmosphere, 

balances my soul on the tips of his cringed fingers; 

& I'm so hesitant to relax his bones, 

for fear of his hands letting go.

I feel so effortlessly balanced,

as if I've been twirled into a new galaxy,

& even his sharpest words are my landing spots. 

That suffocated planet i spend so much time in: 

he takes me by the waist, by my hands & by the heart...

 and suddenly, I breathe so easily within the tightest embrace, 

because I'm in his arms. 

If I could play the instrument to his heart, 

I'd memorize the beat & retrace my steps within it... 

& I'd find me in them, and listen to it over & over; 

just to remind me that, 

I am so loved 

by the most exquisite soul I could ever find in this world. 

Can I be taught, how to build? So I can build a staircase to the highest extent of my love, & scream the sight of it down to you?

(These pieces hold no endings, because they are a continuous flow; I could never end something about someone I still have so much time to discover.)