You kiss me the way the sun sets
everytime how dark my world gets.

You draw constellations
on the freckles of my face-
ought to see the beauty in oddness.

You paint dusty blue and white
with hasty brush strokes in my lungs
as you hold me perfect enough
to make my breath smoke.

You taste like grace
when I dance to the sound of your voice.
I am the venom, we are toxins poured to dissipate.
Promise me we'll never hold back nor hesitate.