My Breath, Your Lung

my breath, your lung 
My love,for thee 
is laden with a million perfumed kisses and drops of sunshine given perpetually to dew-dropped petals of the peril behind the very mist of your breath... I will adore you until death 
and through the depths of eternity seek out the raven earth dusted abyss that you've sunk yourself within or rather the world you value yourself beneath;
pity really
for me
I adore what you you abhor, detest, despise and I suffice yet and surmise and raise you on a pedestal high above all else
moreso than i value even myself
perhaps I am a glutton, greedily groping with scar soiled fingers of disdain to the sand of your soul slipping idly by through the groove of my grasp 
hoping to catch, coddle and keep within all that you seek to discard but I often hope you will give freely without inhibition, reserve or regard
you fit the curve that is me
the bend in the ribbon of eternity that shrouds the moment where we united and twined our souls like a tangled thicket of thistles flamed with the fire of a thousand nuclear missiles
and deep down it still sizzles when I sink into the molten pools of your eyes
and I exhale
if only to fill my lungs with your respiration and draw you into the depths of me 
so you can see; what it is I see and be filled wholly with the hope I clutch like a frightened child
Impaled on the hawthorne of your discontent, I flail and scream out I will repent though I know of no sin that I have committed greater than the love that I freely have given
and just when I reach my hand out and plead-there you are reaching also for me
and suddenly I cease to be and so do you cause we are we and no longer two
where once was you has melded and grew into something greater; more divine
forever transcending space and time
our destiny is looped in endless rhymes
wonderously weaving every instance of our existence into the fabric of our hearts
painting it with the blood of our struggles
adorning it with our tears
hemming it with our smiles and laughter
each sinew a second; in each day of the month of our years
seemingly infinite; and thus guarded and dear
you wished for me and I appeared
but with a whisper
it was gone and my eyes opened to the dawn.