Baby, I dream of falling asleep beside you
every night, plunging into your arms
and kissing you so deep you feel it in your bones.
I want your ribcage to be my prison chamber.
I want to be close to you, irrevocably,
but I am a slave to my own dreams
which tie my body to a
smoggy pink paradise
where the fruit of dawn is always sweet
and the sun burns roses into my cheeks
and I am 2,018 miles away from your hands.
This is where our love exists
in memories and still-beating hearts
and soft whispers at midnight
through the chains of telephone lines.
This is where I start to forget
the smell of your hair
and the taste of your neck.
This is where I stare all night
at twinkling constellations
that guide me through the darkness,
like a slave following the North Star
I’m 2,018 miles away from your hands,
but the night is always darkest before the dawn
and those stars will bring me home to you.
My paradise will grow from
my garden of roses and sunshine
to Eden’s lost earth in your eyes,
and I’ll dive into your heart—
dressed in white,
blossoms in my belly,
promising you forever.
I promise to love you forever.
“no distance can keep me away from you” by eveline st. lucia