If I were to follow my feet
They would lead me to your door
Awash in your everfecence, still
The author of all that has come
To define my path

I emerged from the depths
Of my own volition
Melted into you
Offering my devoted bones respite


You linger at the doorway, still
Slithering into the perforated
Surface of my fragile core
Ever so often
Everything I am is still held by your gaze
Every breath laced with thoughts of you
My sweet

The colour of pearl
Is how I think of you
It will never pass my lips
You are forever.