the mountains behind, white tips melting with the sun the way our lips' peeling skin melts together. heat enough to bind us forever, to thaw snowflakes falling into our mouths, mine gaped wide open at your immaculate beauty. snow so bright amongst roaring hills, sweet perfume hitting the back of my tongue, gliding gently over yours. there is unfound beauty in the glory of blooming crocus. | Quote by vic_huimang