i wonder what your arms feel like,
and i wonder what your lips taste like?

do they taste like sweet burning ash like
two fragile glasses, or
do they taste like honey, disguised as hot melting wax
because in where people see pain, i feel beauty

in where people say it's weird, I say it's lovely,
the most perfect thing ever

because i would lose anything,
just to pour my ashes over your honey
i would burn for you like icarus
did for apollo

my own and true love,
you are the sky, the sun and the moon
i would give you anything just to see the sparkle in your eyes