we were blessed with beautiful imaginations

that we may think each other with us

Sometimes, the biggest of doors have the simplest of locks

This is the clairvoyance of love

It's seeing the rest of my life in the eyes of someone i've only just met.
It's the thoughts that we share without saying them.
It's the ache when we part, and the wakefulness when we meet.
It's the happiness that shrouds us from reality while we melt into each other for a few brief moments.

Kilig

both of us glow hot inside,

we stay awake to be alive

flowing hearts grow from our hands

  here, these moments have no end.

Quiet knowing, anxious hope

the flood of you strums every note

and fills my mind with endless dreams

change is bursting at the seams.

I wrote my life inside your palms

a hundred smiles we turned to songs

my face turned red so close to you

but time will shed this skin for new

This is the thermodynamics of love

It is glowing on the inside and flourishing on the outside
It's staying awake with you because nothing else makes me feel so alive.
It's the flow that's sometimes turbulent; the warmth we share between us.
The thoughts I write with my fingers in the palms of your hands.

This is the botany of love.

It's quiet, but knowing. Anxious, but hopeful.
It's a flash of warmth that crosses into pieces you didn't know you had.
It's the dreamy limbo between awake and exhausted.
It's terrifying to know that something must inevitably change.

This is the alchemy of love.

It is passionate. It is chemical.

It makes no sense and seeks no approval.

It is accepting things so widely that it hurts sometimes but it ought to.

It is inside of everything we say and do.

It is the hundreds of reasons for why we smile when we have no reason to.

From fated love to us imbued

your fill in me, and mine in you.

And in our unclothed skin we feast

Our bloodlines flowing from the East.

I did not find for what I'd come

No loose ends tied, no setting sun.

Instead our love rose from the ash,

binding future to the past.

I let this festered pain in me

spiral out as ecstasy

It twisted through your shattered husk

and stole away my breath to dusk.

They say that when it's time to die, 

That time stands still and pain subsides.

to freeze the final moment when

your darkest hell sees light again.

The least favorite part of my day 

is the silence after you wish me good night.

It isn't in the carefree way you say it, 

or in the sound your feet make as you walk away.

It's not in the distant sound of I-278 

shifting the white sky to crimson red.

It's in that sobering, still silence 

that I fill with all of the alternative endings

that could have been beginnings.

A pixellated dream world

begets a work of paint.

Your simulated mindfulness

turns me into a saint.

Mental image, quantum states,

Our soul becomes collapsed.

My high-pass filters resonate,

With you resounding last.

A fog of fibers and polarized crystals

admits what we ask: the truth, no more.

Our lies are held on false pretenses

leaving our meanings to imagination

I try to reach for a meaningful phrase

I grasp, but meaning is sifted through

my fingers, left with longing clutch

to my own inferiority's complexity 

Our music plays from different shores

but just too far for harmony.

For now, we live behind the veil

and when we speak, I'm born again.