It's so hard not to feel insane
When I love the creation that is your brain
Your skin smells damp of earth and
Rain

Coils winding through my hands
Soft and fair
Golden hair

Your cheeks, they plummet sharp
Creates a sculpture
Melts my heart

You think I look but it's so much more
Every kiss is a strain,
A chore,
A kiss that burns me to my core.