You were a holy word on the tip of my tongue
Forgotten somehow in the dusty library of my thoughts
A fever dream that set my books aflame
And kindled the fire in my heart
Keeping me warm for the long summer days and endless starry nights
I became entangled in you
I became entangled in your sheets
The words on the tip of your tongue
Were "you never have to leave,"
But as lovers do, we both remain afraid
Haunted by the ghost of past mistakes
I promise that when I kiss you I am not slowly digging a grave
I'm sowing seeds in our garden
Where we can bask in the sun for years to come