when the scent of vanilla
has forgotten the halls of my lungs
it poisons the very constants
of an everyday supper
that satisfies a sweet gluttony
from the fragment of my candle
and while the yearning of lilies
wither in a day or two
the dust from my rooms
shall forever wonder and wander
wherever is your flame from mine
because i burn in every way for you
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 2:30 AM UTC
when the scent of vanilla
has forgotten the halls of my lungs
it poisons the very constants
of an everyday supper
that satisfies a sweet gluttony
from the fragment of my candle
and while the yearning of lilies
wither in a day or two
the dust from my rooms
shall forever wonder and wander
wherever is your flame from mine
because i burn in every way for you
for xy
: the world
when it misses you
