Welcome into this kindling worship
Where the sensualism is regained
The atomsphere penetrates the frailty
Spiraling and enwrapping into vulnerability
Giving me words of ease
With fairytales of ecstacy
My vanilla tunnels belongs to you
Eyelashes heavy from your tears
I have found, and fallen from the heavens
Dancing freely, in melting candles not afraid to burn
I construct you with my hands

Yet you bury, and cast me far from hours in the distance
Unrooting my voice in the wind
Stretching scars, recasting fury