uhhhh...poetry perhaps?

my breath is drifting through the leaves...dieing to tangle with you. as we rustle against each other...dry, and brittle...trying to stay whole, and not crumble and blow away with the breezes of fate... breaths tangled with the wind, we mingle...alive in words and lust, alive in the dancing wind of love, knotting our lips and eyelashes. we dance. alone with eternity. holding out my hand, and bowing my head, i succumb to your pleasure...wrapping myself in the arms of your aura....i drown...only in this metaphorical death can i come back to life...only in your eyes can i meet my match...only through fingertips...can i hit my mark...hearts alone on the wire, and bleeding the lust of the fire in my eyes...i am finally myself...in this..