Spelunk into the warm dark love throbbing gripping to not let go slick with salt and semen cave of my heart.Once there , climb up the walls limber up those vast expanses where each hurt and each harmonious chorus is etched in swatches of turquoise.Your clumsy efforts to find a foothold in this cold tundra is leaving petechiae all over my skin.But then you like to mark everything.I give you a book and it comes back blushing with crimson.A photograph and the colours are more vivid , the features are more soft.A poem and a line is changed and the ending questioned.A dish and the ingredients switched. Blood oranges for lemon zest. Chocolate for most everything.What chance does a fragile breath hold against such tenacity?Make it yours.