My ears dance a minuet to the birds chirping inside of your ribcage
I get jealous knowing the sound waves get to explore your wilderness
They travel through your veins like a stream at the bed of my tongue
Like time at the end of my watchful eyes

My ears dance a minute to the birds chirping inside of your ribcage
But it feels as if you possess the power to stop father time himself from operating with nothing more than a gaze into your eye

wrist

Watches malfunction when too close to the black holes in your pupils
The vortex in your iris pulls me past your event horizon as you swallow my love

(w)hole

Describes the void you fill inside my heart for what seems like an eternity