I revel in this seenness
Affection doused mahogany Is there another word for “affection”?
You must be an alchemist For I’ve transfigured: a lexicographer Not in pretension
But necessity Though if I did not speak it
It should still be said for
The sun whispers of
Your brilliance
This love is comprised Of onyx stone
No less rare, no less precious
I witnessed, tonight, the kind of sunset
That maraudes your lungs
And my first thought Was your name I sang it to the sky With my breath replete
The clouds sang back
“Amor, amor, amor”
word’s by @ravinmckelvy 🤍
