She's the heaven I want to follow. The bittersweetness I'd flay for unconditionally. Childishly recklessly it burns my desire bleeding to be with you like the rain. Just beauty in the abyss. Her guise my hands arms lips. My words edible to the point she only wants me. Needs every piece of me. Her footsteps belong to me. Cuz I don't want the nights to be obsolete. Every conversation I'm complete and aching the same. Mystery her flicker is. To the hollow inhabitants of my mind. Yet her flame I adore slow. Worship no but dreams as if she's a god. So I cradle heaven in my hands like molded clay. Her softness yet curves belong to a peach. But this is Eden. It's just her in my arms. My horrid ruggedness suddenly becomes useful. Worth to feel. Yet I knew not to love. Till she became a Artist's sweetest dream yet nightmare. Either way I would die just to comprehend her warmth and know it's love. Sweetness in sugarwater when my eyes never leave her. A crowded room and they don't leave. Even if I look away. My subconscious was never immune. To beauty herself in the abyss. That still haunted. To know sleep. To know her. Just cinnamon sweet. I choke tears in my eyes but I love the burn The kiss so intoxicating. How blind is bliss? Oblivious no just insatiable. To know love has me in a death grip like this. And I don't even struggle. Yet surrender knees bent. Just to long to a warm embrace.