The reason.

Within a fingertips reach, I could fall for it all. The way I swoon, with lips tracing lovelongingness. One day we'll see, the reason for living is not making much sense, but you. We could bring this sky down, and capture the stars in our hands, swallowing mouth fulls of lust. So let's take it in with one last breath, this is it. The way it shines with a delicate trace of blood. But no, there's not much reason. The shadows and bruises traced alongside my back, are shallow and followed with intense longing. So one last time, let's find a reason. Before it's too late.