the curvature of you

inundated by the sounds of your laughs
i swim happy to drown in your voice
while waves crash above 
and the sun is brightened
by your alabaster sculptures
and cardinal lips.
 
in a dark and dusty basement
a fluttering breath of a humming bird's wings
for a minuscule growing plant
is more than life; it is happiness.

the silhouette of your flames blinds
i freely fly into the darkest light
while ephemeral licks of pain and pleasure
of fire and light and beauty
that your shadow dares copy
end at the tip of your hips.

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