every time you call,
i'm there,
i go running, i trip at my feet,
but i'm there
at the same time, same place,
same time,
with the same will,
same time,
i'm there.

with the urgency in my hands to,
every time,
get to touch you with the same longing,
with my hunger that's never sated. that,
every time,
grows stronger by the second when i'm at your will.

i love this with a passion,
i take it like a drug,
being at your mercy,
burning my knees raw for you,
praying to the kingdom of your attention,
being blessed by your lips when they whisper my name:
i bask in it all.

i swim deep in the corals of the thought of you,
i explore these waters like they're the deepest of oceans
i sail away, i get shipwrecked in your storms,
i gulp every drop of the waves you drown me in,
i'm left stranded in your shores time and time again;
i get myself lost on purpose,
so i can never be found.

and i know you'll be done in a second so i break my own heart
so it can be your job to mend it back together,
time after time,
i do this and i hurt, i cast poison upon myself
so i can give you the crown of being my antidote.

and i love this, i love this with a passion that sets my bones to a
ardent numbness,
that gets my blood to an addicting intoxication that starts at the mere idea of being near you,
of standing in your heady fog,
hallucinating your sounds in the dark and
seeing your silence amidst screaming landscapes;
stating, with flooded lungs,
fleshly relief in being in your presence.

and i know this, i'll set myself aflame to keep you warm,
i'll build you a shrine so i can devote all my tears to you,
and i'll do this every time, for as long as you want me to,
every time you call
and i every time i'll be there, at the same time,
same place,
same time,
with the same will.