Before I met you, I dreamt of knights in shinning armour, but now i dream of Gods plucking fruit from the tree of life
If i could dream myself a god. He'd wear a crown of raven's feathers.
His eyes like onyx.
If i could dream myself a god.
He'd swallow suns whole and spit them out like seeds.
Planting light in every part of my spirit.
If i could dream myself a god. His hands would be wildfire. And I'd be a forest begging to be burnt to ashes.
He'd be the urge I had to collect stones.
To break windows.
To start fires.
If i could dream myself a god, he'd wear storms to bed.
He'd be an unspoken hallelujah.

I dreamt myself a god.
And he lights his blunts off falling stars.
He spawns butterflies and burns holes in my stomach.
He smiles like a playground. And I'm a child who never wants to go home.
I will hide in the corners of his mouth. Induce nostalgia for an angels sword.
He laughs like the ocean. And I'm a little rowboat getting pulled into sea.
His face does wonders.
I've been working my way towards memorising it with my fingertips in the dark.
So I can tell my children one day that I have the ghost of divinity still coursing through my hands.

He could be my complete destruction.
I could be his last demolition.
And when the time comes, i will drag his halo down to his feet with my teeth.