i wait within your amygdala to graft myself into your emotions— you will feel for me what i cannot. deviate from your daily devotions; you are my sentimental argonaut.
i dance along the colorless borders of the home i call your languid embrace— dipping my head towards yours, i sleep. in my dreams, you and i are wrapped in lace; awakening in an empty bed, i weep.
the dusk sends salutations with a smile from the moon and a wink from andromeda— the sun shuts its heavy eyes and disappears. amongst love and other strange phenomena i live in your amygdala and consume your fears.