your love is both the shining altar and the smoldering gates of hell, i dance between like a woman possessed unsure if you will save me or devour me whole.
i have always lived in the past, dragging around this melancholy heart looking for lost places or past loves. i guess i lost myself a little too much in you this time.
the memory of your gentle breath as your hands found my hips in a symphony of clovers pulling me in, consuming me so easily it was as if i had been molded just for you.
gone, yet you linger like a hollow cavity in my chest. i feel you wrapped tight around my ribcage blooming with every breath, the sweetest lilacs wrapping tight like your body on mine on clementine nights.