Sestina in Love

i'm crawling in through your window and into your skin.
the muscle which we use to love
is spinning in debt.
the motives, they'll continue to run.
where was the rope when i needed to jump?
these knives weren't so perfect.

be careful breathing in with hollow lungs because you'll seem too perfect.
it rests and builds in your skin.
the fear, the gift, the pause, the peace before the jump.
don't atrophied your love.
i'll stammer loudly as i run.
whaling louder, this is the sound of debt.

as wide asunder as an accusable debt,
you'll never see what i wanted; i needed perfect.
through this city, holding a beating heart, i will continue to run.
and in this breaking skin
you will find pain when you needed love.
let the pressure move me around as i am making to jump.

oh what a day for jumping.
i can almost taste the debt
that swims in your love.
this gift is perfect.
it tackles our skin.
as the bellower runs.

wish we could run
into the jump.
covered in mistakes, caught by your grip, this is my skin.
the monotony of this debt
executes your gestures with imperfection.
your are my sonnet of love.

it stems from your love
the sound is running
no two hearts are perfect
i saw happiness jumping.
light the beacons for an untimely debt
i'm crawling out through your window and out of your skin.

this love was in debt
when it jumped perfectly,
without running, into my skin.