Your leg, my arm.

We lie together, twined in each others body, not knowing who's leg or arm it might be.

Her arms wrap around me as she kisses my golden hair. 

She smells like fresh lemons that just blossomed.

When she kisses my full ruby red lips I feel like I could die that very moment without carrying.

She has a spell on me and I can't quiet decode it.

I know that if I listen very hard, I can hear her even if is she's not in the same space as me.

I know that if I close my eyes and concentrate, I can taste her,

that if I look at the stars, I can see her, that if I glance away, I can smell those lemons

and that even if I do nothing at all, I can still feel her tremble against my skin.

I know that if I live, I must love her.