Last night I let an ice cube melt in my palm
so I could put into perspective how quickly things dissolve
I never want us to dissolve
I always want my hips to be your favourite place to rest your lips
and I need my back to be your road map
I, the tour guide to all the places you want to go
I need to be that person you send postcards to when you're gone
saying you can't wait to get home, to this
I want to be that person that you miss
I want to be the butterflies in your chest, fireflies igniting your sky
I dream to your perfect mess
always, not just today
I want to wear your favourite dress
I want to bless you with my breath
I want to watch you catch your breath when you see me
I want you to call me "honey"
I want you to say "honey" like it's suckle on your breath
I want to be the sweetest thing you've ever tasted on your neck
I want you to tell me "lover, I never want to rest
without your head against my chest"
I want to promise "yes, I can do that"

I think we're both semi automatic guns
loaded for love
locked in a time frame
like a love grenade
I want to throw away our keys