i want you to regret everything
you've loved before me and lost
        i want everything else besides me
        to lose their eesome ways
        everything you write aureate of me
                and the sillage of when i go outside
                without you to burn as if the sun was in your hands
as all your promises will be mine
        mine will be yours and i will walk between these
                valleys
        with you and when this world burns apart
           i will follow you to the stars
and despite my lustful appearence desired from your eyes
        to the ****** of your hips and wrists to mine
   i want you to be inside my minds, hold my thought's hands
            be in my nightmares, and stir my dreams
                there is no condition you've put me in
                        so i must ask you put yourself in the same

i heard the stories
how you claimed your
                 body for your own
it is not a temple
          if you believe in nothing
        a sanctum for whichever
        number you want to place
in pairs or triplets of sixes
                       you took your body
           and you made it god
        perhaps they killed a good guy
        or an mutual enemy of your enemy
i want to stroke you
and stoke your desires
until the fires span across your
              etude - fire is what you use
              to sing and show them
that you don't need a god to stand
          in awe

rest for now this day
                                     my mind told me
                                     to remain locked
                                     inside these sheets
and let the world remain
unto itself; everything moves too slow
but fast enough to move itself
without me needing
                                     to give it a push

and i am not holding onto any
of the things and promises that once drove me
                             now i am holding onto
a box of memories and everything good
today i do not move for myself
but the earth is moving underneath my feet
                              though i feel stationary
                              i will no longer feel the urge
                              of moving unless it's
                              something good
                like you, or the beach
                this liquor bottle in my palm
                but i will be resting the whole time
                and let the world move me along
                with it

so what if           we don't
fit their expectations?
               we are hotter than the
midday sun
and nobody can tell us differently
                         but i must admit
you are perfection,
                               they insult you
because they don't know what love
is          and have never tasted lips
as         sweet as yours and never will