You illuminate my storms with your existence,
you bring chaotic rhythm into my mists.
Your words peck my skin in the language of denial,
like strangling a carnal urge you couldn't resist.

And I so desperately crave to devour you,
your demented aura and the ecstasy it emits.
And I so desperately crave to hold you under my waters,
drown in infatuation with every next kiss.

The minty scent of your presence
lovingly haunts me whatever my way,
like the vision of a rich strawberry field,
like the mourning on the last summer's day.

You behold the key to my passionate layers,
you keep my soul in a jar on your shelf.
You abandon me with a shattered moral compass
and a questionable sense of self.