So sweetly is she disposed,
that my teeth start to decompose
from just her lightest kiss.

When I'm buried beneath the dirt,
I hope it's caused by playful flirt,
without her there's no world to miss.

When my mind is weighed in the balance,
and found to harbor the dark,
a death-like guilt falls like a sheet
of starless night upon my thoughts.
Although the sun will want and rise come mourn,
and stain the clouds with astral wine,
that crimson rain will only drown me in light,
and wash forth that blackness colored the saddest shades.

Affection sits on a knife,
and is cut
as simply as it falls.
Frivolous love-
sugar-sweet fruit
that rots more quickly
than it grows.

Chasing significance grants meaning to the hollow,
only such a pursuit is a journey with a destination reached every step.

Join me in a watercolor world,
let the lines between us blur,
and the light mix with our skin.
Such a surreal experience as our dance
only deserves obscurity.
So rid us of burdensome borders,
and sip this moment of art,
as time goes down the drain.

Milky morning light pours
into the space between us,
illuminating your snowy hair
as though beams of moonlight
flow from your head onto your shoulders.
You sleep silently,
like your astral acquaintances the night before.
The tide of my heart is pulled in
by your lunar attraction,
although my body longs to mingle with yours
beneath the moon,
in all the base and natural ways
lovers have mixed for eons.
Let me sip your light from a teacup,
while your tongue twists all the lovely words inside your heart
into birds to fly through the air.
You're my untouchable constellation,
strung over the nights dome
like the string lights you look so beautiful beneath.

I could build a monument to your features,
sing your name to the forest creatures,
lay you down on canvas like a painting teacher,
but all will fade with time's ******* curse,
so live forever among immortal verse.