i am extremely into decoding stuff

as mythical as the two of us -
the sweetest thoughts in my heated head,
and the slightest touches of our held hands,
perfecting me in its presence.

here comes that smile - the smile
(a girl smiles when she falls in love.)
it grows on my face like beaming bulbs,
and then the rabbits hop their jumpy walks -
delighted steps craft on my waist
creeps the caterpillars crave.

he cast on me a mythical tale,
weakening my limbs, our privileged hiss.
left on my chest his name checked yes,
spelling it mine or nevertheless.