And I will kiss your shoulders, When they are bare and Wanting for a kiss. I will twine myself deep into your hair And pull, Until the back of your neck prickles With delight.
I will creep in a single stream of honey When you wrap in your shades and shutters And pour golden, sticky sweet Directly into your heart.
I will get lost amongst some cloud or mountain (You cannot blame me, for as I do you do often, too.) And just when you have forgotten How I warm those certain spots you knew not existed As I creep through the blinds as you bathe, Illuminating where you are broken, or soft, I show myself, In all bright and shining splendour. You will forget me not.
I will let you indulge in me, Take me in until you flake and rip In chunks of bitter rust. I will delight in how I eat away At what once was white and pure.
Come night, I will leave to those With sharper tongues and bigger hooks, And you will be cold.
You will claw at the walls on which I once shone, And with bleeding fingers Rest amongs the grasshoppers and watch, Waiting for my reflection in the new moon.