You shine as silver when we convalesce in autumn sun. Such beauty reserved itself for this day. We spoke once of foul play. Never, in our heart, will such misdemeanors encourage poison to rush forwards through blue veins. We inject secret effusion each morning in glorious moments. Lips touching and devouring heady scent to remind us that we are floating with the greatest of ease down the longest river. An overflow, our love, a pure source of lust.