Are you hysterical
In the truest sense of the word
What is a womb
But a place to keep your bird
A nest for some feathers
A place to rest and sleep
What is a sparrow
But another part of me
You are awake
While i dream of inspiration
You are awake
While i breathe into our arrangement
Commitment seeks misery
And places duty in our hearts
We each keep a piece of innocence
And hide it where no one ever looks
Blessed infatuation
I am intoxicated by your touch
Come and spend a moment here
Beside the rushing river’s grace
I keep traces of your journey
In my heart where they'll be safe