tangled, our souls, our hearts

Write us in red lines;

bold, vibrant and sharp but

still

make it soft where our hand folds together, make it soft where I kiss your cheek

and where I laugh and you laugh harder and louder and bright and when the stars are

dancing for us and I’m trying to copy them (and failing) and you’re cheering for me on either way and the warmth is overflowing and our cheeks are flushed and the red is strongest and brightest and sharpest here but still somehow

the most gentle