Drink in the morning, wild storm.

Kiss the galaxies of his yet unborn universe slumbering in his soul and blaze them awake.

Hold his eyes, weave your fingers in his till you both are so tangled together there’s no way to know what it feels like to be alone or lonely anymore.

Love him and make the world yours.

Atom to atom, bond together with no spaces in between.

Then, set the world on flames and build your fortress from golden ashes born from the death of stars.

Rise as phoenixes from depths of hell, spread your scarlet wings across the expanse of sky blue above.

Grip the world with your hand and kiss him

With life, with everything.

Taste sweet victory sharp, vivid on your toungue

and then, go beyond.