Approaching an altar to lay my heart upon.

Envy at all, not.

For my legs will share the same blood run as the wooden alike.

Sacrifice compromise,

preparing for something natural cannot exist.

I trust the suspended moment,

my beating tissue is extended into,

Murmuring I love you

A label of romance can burden the obsessed critic.

Communication is verbal in justification.

A first kiss?

Here, take my last breath.

They can partner at first sight.

Attraction is not the word, if I am at a loss for them.

I stumble to my forever.

Dripping until I drop.

I won’t get back up.

I won’t give up falling.