I envy the overarching morning light, her ability to travel any place. The affinity to marry day with night. Being the rising sun for the falling rain.
Darkly jealous I want to stake my claim, with shattering storms unquenched,
but I let her touch your body anyway.
She'll caress it softer than I ever can or would.
And if she awakens you with love aroused from dreams clenching secret gasps.
Know it's my thoughts carried through to you...

Torrents of my dark and molten heat ripping sense and traitorous heart apart.
You're brandished like a tattoo on my soul. I've imprinted the silhouette of you.
And in the bleak of the forfeited night.
She'll bring your touch for me to hold. A treasure for cold and lonely nights to keep,
when your embrace will be the only ember that can warm
my sobbing winter's bones.

So did I worship you enough?
Did I compose a love story in dreams
that could rip time and universe apart?
I hope I might...
Since I could draw the map of you by heart. Your skin forever branded on my lips,
and the taste of your whispers forever shaped on my tongue.