Our minds collapse at the speed of fire
Spreading in the dry forest of our pasts
The dungeons melt into one
And my soul is not mine alone
Now that we've met, it's ours.

You speak the words my mouth hungers for
I seek the moon which longs for your howls
Day and night
At night, alone,
I know you're home.

Burning with desire and lust
You look at me with fiery eyes

Where does the light come from
And where does it go.

I don't know.


-- Eleanor