You are beautiful

the way you support the world under your feet

the atoms of the universe run through your veins

you are a cosmic force

swallowing all the minds you come in contact with

I was swallowed long ago

and now i comfortably reside in your lovely eyes

The house has been built

but the furniture is yet to be set

plants haven't been planted

the home needs a new lock and key

but you should see it

what a beautiful home we have built

our love has created spiral staircases

stained glass depicting the way i fell for you

if only we had met

when our *** was fully furnished

i would have given you the key

My body was a vacant house

I had been gutted and left for the dust to settle

In my icy furnace lived memories of past suitors to these old bones

None ever appreciated the delicate architecture

Carved in the corners of my mind

They would move in their furniture and their ***** laundry

Staining the rich wood in my veins to their desired tint

Slowly my home became theirs and I was just a visitor

Walking through myself

Seeing exactly what you wanted me to be

Nevertheless like the enviable changing of the tide

I would be gutted time and time again

left with the smells of their perfumes

Still lingering in my empty rooms

They would say that my walls weren't warm enough,

That too often my water would turn to wine

And would stain all their ***** laundry in the wash

This sacred change wasn't because i was holy

It happened because it would seem that at times

The only way to warm the rooms inside of my belly

Was to drown myself in it

The moment you walked in i was an open book

That you had not read

You cleaned the cobwebs from the corners of my soul

And gave me the keys to my own home

Allowed me to breath for the first time in years

The hallways of my body began to creak

The most joyous of hymns

You held me like a handgrenade

Afraid that when you have to finally let go

All  that we have built would turn to dust

But darling I will take the rains

I will clench myself tight

Letting every crease in my quivering hand be a memory

The rise in me knuckle become the mountains that we have scaled together

The dry skin falls like the bottles of wine that fill the river of our love

I will leave you with the castles we have build so you will have shelter

And I will find bliss every time I feel the tension on my fingers