Circle Me

To me-you are my circle. 

When I pink up my paint brush, and begin to design the stars I want to capture.

I follow processes that make me feel safe.

To ensure

To know

To promise. 

And I feel like I fell into your sphere

As mine collided with yours, I started capturing the stars I drew. 

To me-you are my circle.

In the desire of you, I feel it never leaves

I get wrapped up closer, stronger, wanting more.

And I do.

When I look up, I begin to see my stars painted with yours. 

To me-you are my circle.

As smoke escapes in tangles, I unfold under your breath.

When two circles touch, the glue of DNA holds them together. 

Your energy of fire punches holes through my roots.

I want you to explode 

So my stars

So your stars

Populate into millions

And become more I can sketch, color, sculpt, and tend. 

To me-you are my circle, 

I know you belong wrapped on my fourth, entangled into me, forever.

1 4 3, 

Did you know it makes 8?

I fall to my side

And I starpaint with you forever.