I look into her eyes and remember why I'm alive
The sky has to work hard to keep up with the color sparkling back at me
Fire has to burn brighter to stay ahead of the color of her soft hair
and her relentless fury
I wrap my arms around his concrete body and remember why I'm alive
Rocks have to harden to keep up with the solidity of his physique
Fire is burning hotter to stay ahead of the warmth of his embrace
and his impossible passion for his work
I kiss her forehead and reminisce about times when I was scared to touch her
When her eyebrow was arched at me and my unbelievable theories indefinitely
When her loyalties were to her superiors
and not to me
He kisses my forehead and I reminisce about times when I was scared of his touch
When "impossible" was the only reply I had for every word that came from his lips
When his loyalties were to the X files
and not to me
I kiss her lips and remember the first time we surpassed platonicexchanges
The first time I held her in my arms under the covers, under the darkness
The first time I had a glimpse at the truth, the first time I knew the entirety of truth
when I admitted I loved her
I kiss his lips and remember the first time we pushed the envelope containing professionalism
The first time we spent the night together, simply lying in the other's arms, savoring the feeling of being wanted, needed
The first time in a long time that we faced the truth
when I admitted I loved him