So, my lips feel so distant, I keep drinking, but they are kept dry,
Lust, amorous screams in these silent words, my eyes have been tattooed,
These spheres of sight have been stained with your beauty, and the rest of me,
I can beg you, stain my hands, and my breath, my whispered words,
Time is not as simple as yesterday and tomorrow, I can not let it be yesterday,
Waiting for tomorrow, I forget where tomorrow is so I must imagine that smile,
With every today that is graced upon my sides, from my ribs to my jaw,
Tears while you smile, and I love that tasteful flavour, the taste of a smile,
What covers teeth, and sings songs so near to my voice that I can not hear them,
I feel these songs, for these crooked lips I would give, my most important organs,
My life, brain, lungs, heart. Passion, thoughts, this breath of mine,
And a melody of beats, the left side of these ribs long for a landscape.
I sit, and lie down, as a feeling slips through me, an infection slithering as a snake,
My body, and this red, scarlet, pulsating thought felt mind longs for a portrait,
Curves in infinite angles, my blessed glances pray you are all they would see,
Lips to lips, collarbone to tail bone, let pleasure tend my kisses,
I'd give a lot to travel, the curves of home, and fall asleep to a breath,
A breath, a heartbeat, and a voice I will do to, as time ticks, be nearer.