Love Hurts

But only

to show you that it actually makes your soul soar above the highest peaks.

The belly in flight with the emerging butterflies from their cocoon, and the dust of their wings beat to anew and joyous sensations.

A light warmth in the breast that grows to a raging burn and ache for want of the One who fuels it with their breath upon the nape.

Their fingerprint on the blades of your shoulder, pressing softly and smoothing the spine.

The catching look, when they grin with shyness that you happened upon them longing for you.

The rising sun bringing your consciousness back, and to see them next to you, everyday.

Love hurts,

But only to show you that it actually makes your soul soar above the highest peaks.