Within your touch,
I become something mystical—
A deer,
with antlers made of glass,
and hair braided like that of Aphrodite's—
Your love transcends me
and I'm stained in blood
by your intimacy.
Hold me through the night,
sing me lullabies.
Let me drift into an endless dream
where we are together,
where you aren't just a ghost.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:28 AM UTC
Within your touch,
I become something mystical—
A deer,
with antlers made of glass,
and hair braided like that of Aphrodite's—
Your love transcends me
and I'm stained in blood
by your intimacy.
Hold me through the night,
sing me lullabies.
Let me drift into an endless dream
where we are together,
where you aren't just a ghost.
