Beautiful Lies

When your thin lips

Break into a goofy smile

Touching those warm deep eyes,

Like the ocean on a June afternoon

Just right enough to dive in,

It feels like the sun breaking from the clouds,

Shooting rays of silver light

Upon a once grey sky.

When your broad chest,

Like the cliff the waves of my ocean come crashing back to,

Engulfs my smallness,

Like a warm blanket

On a January night,

It feels like cold water

Being pumped out of my lifeless lungs,

Turning my lips pink again.

When you rest your plump nose,

Like the plush pillow my forehead loves,

Against mine, looking down
Into my hyperventilating eyes,

Like the break of dawn

Upon an enraged stormy night,

It feels like every atom in my body

Is pausing and meditating,

Finally resting.

When I put my hand against your heart,

Like the universe containing galaxies after galaxies,

Your hard chest with mush inside

Becomes my home,

One I cannot let go of.

I will soon run out of similes and metaphors

Just like I will soon run out of longing and sighs

Because time, my friend, heals

Wounds that eyes miss,

That science cannot reach

And time, my friend, etches each memory onto the brain

Like scars on skin.

But as long as I haven't run out of time,

I shall not stop

Painting your picture beautiful in twisted words,

A little different each time

Like pink clouds on lilac sky.