We are the dreamers.
The wandering souls.

We are lost in time.
As much as time is lost in us
Cause darling we are made of all kinds of Devine.

So I'll give you your dreams,
If you give me mine.
I'll fill your hidden places,
Ill Undress in your mind.
Ill Show you all the flaws in my very design.
The cracks in this veneer,
Expelling light as you make me lighter than air.


I asked for high tides
And I am high in your tides
Rolling through waves
To where your heart resides.


Where I shall speak to your soul.


And we will amalgamate,
We will levitate,
We will be struck by the very magnitude of how our souls gravitate.
Revelling in the fire of meteor showers and the salt of tidal waves.
Sweet salty tidal waves.
And all the intimacy that your body craves.

you, who have hidden all these things,
From the world, or maybe from yourself.
Stacked between your heart and the things that could hurt you,
Like a series of bloodied trinkets on a shelf.

So maybe you are stone,
All of you stone.
And I am your pestle,
Grinding these things between us to dust.
And sprinkling them into the sweet recipes of our future.
Kneading them together with passion and lust.

Or maybe you are steel,
All of you steel.
And I am your alloy,
Melting with you into something new,
Surfacing all our flaws, transformed into beauty,
With our iridescent life lights that gleam through.

So you are stone and my oceans crash against you.

So you are steel and my armour is useless against you.

So I am yours, this heart beats for you.