before sunrise treads,
make me your nest.
sculpt your universe
in my harrowed chest—
i'll allow you to.

give me a moment of silence
to recall myself before you
and why you'd came;
the science and the art
of your being,
and my ways you've changed.

before sunrise treads,
you'll be gone.
i'll embrace our fate,
but i'd refuse to rid
your porcelain skin draped over me.

with your face close
enough to defeat the rays
and it's far too late,
i know it's tiring.
let me be your home
but i'll leave you be.