Stairs to Nowhere

Whisking icy salt water from sun gilded wings; the warmth that wool blankets and coffee does bring; While the music plays and clams crash to the ground two hearts beat as one, we hear not a sound; Two matching flannels, such birds of a feather, Like paper to flame when our souls join together; Blood and cum splattered bodies, a fixated gaze, How the depths of pure love does surely amaze; Stairs to nowhere, a jagged and uncertain clumb, All destinations are heaven, so long as you're mine. Novemmver 4th, 2019 V.L