Letters to AP

Come

I don't want the world to know anything more. 

I want to whisper it all 

only to you 

in the warmth of a thousand melting suns

I want my words and sighs 

to be yours 

and yours alone 

I want my rainfalls 

my thunder 

my earthquakes 

to be your feast. 

I want you to devour it 

as if you were hungry for this truth 

for aeons. 

I want it all to belong to you... 

Everything... 

Because it does. 

It does.

Just like me