LOVE. (延伸段)
I’m stitched in your denim dusk,
every ripple on the bay of your skin
echoes my heartbeat—
a sub-bass only we can swim in.
Call it church when you breathe,
call it scripture when you moan;
I baptize doubts in your iris,
watch ’em drown, then rise as stone.
If tomorrow forgets our names,
let the moon keep the receipt;
we paid in full with every kiss—
eternity layed on lay-away,
now we own the whole infinite street.