I can hear your breathing next to me,
as the rain falls slowly upon the glass.

Every breath, as if you were fighting,
every flash, as if you were lighting
a path to bring me back to you.

I can hear the warmth of the winds
resonating through your body;

A song of innocent agony-
The anxiety of an unyielding soul.

Golden Autumn, sweet sorrows, forgotten;
Come flooding back to me as I'm only yours.

Mold my body viciously and
perfect me for your pleasure.

I am the heaven, the flesh, the earth,
I am yours.