the firsts
Lilliya Arlene
The first time I looked into your eyes, it suddenly became very clear,
That you and I were born from the same asteroid;
Its dust particles were smeared in your hair,
Its flames were burned into your eyes
And I thought to myself,
He is art.
The first time our lips met, my heart knew before my brain,
That I had unknowingly walked into a storm,
The kind that shakes your very soul,
And gets trapped inside your lungs
For it is simple,
This was art.
The first time we made love, I didn’t have the words to describe,
How euphoria couldn’t even begin to cover
How it felt to be wrapped in you,
A piece of art such as yourself
Could only be born
From space.
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