I'm in love with a woman named Earth.
Her cool breath tickles as she whispers bitter secrets sweetly on my neck, as fickle as she may be. It may be she's a blessing or maybe a curse. Maybe she loves me back, maybe its imagination. But infatuation has taken control of my whole world and ol girl got me contemplating her natural silhouette against the skyline. She pulls me closer.Her time is slower than my lines.So to tease, I lower my tempo, but to tempt? No, she likes when I take risks. Like attempting to go fly, or stealing a kiss.She don't say much, but when she does its profound. My sighs are soothed by the sound of her rhythm. Those bright blue eyes hypnotize me if I let em. Sedimentary love affairs embedded in orbit with planetary dreams. When we're alone, so still, it seemsit must end, as all dreams will.But for now I know Earth loves me back because I tell her how I feel.