Have I doubt, When the lights go low,
I have a sore throat, tea to melt snow,
Your name in my mouth tastes holy, like ice wine
Melt the sugar, on the tip of my tongue
Love is a warm, thick honey settling on my hair
It wraps like a wet duvet fresh from the rain,
It’s a cold hurt, stiffened by the air,
Though I am drunk, addicted to the pain.
Zingiber crushed beneath my tongue, sharp and gold,
The sweet-burn ache I almost don’t want cured,
A cough rising deep, rough and assured,
I hold it, swallow it, let it sting,
Then break and the relief is everything.
Heat beads at my forehead, bright and undone,
Skin flushed open like a second sun,
Until your lips, cool as night air,
Press my forehead, and spare
The hardship that I couldn't bear
And all that fire folds in two,
Burning for me, but eased by you.
Stroke through my hair like a match through flame,
Say my name like you’re not ashamed,
Let the dark press close, let the ceiling spin,
Let the fire move slowly under my skin.
Your pulse against mine a dangerous tune,
A low hunger, a sun that rises too soon,
My hands learn the shape of wanting you near,
Like heat in the dark that feeds on my fear.
The room starts spinning but we stand still, Like gravity bending to some deeper will,
My ribs feel split with something vast,
Like night itself is breathing fast,
I lose my name, I lose what’s true, And all that’s left is reaching you.
With love I rise, with doubt the dark returns and turns,
Your touch ignites, it bites, it burns, it burns,
The sky at night black and white, the green and blue
A bruise and a blessing breaking through
What’s in a name? Just air and blame, a chain that keeps us together.
A rose would glow, and still would grow, though stripped of all its signs
So take me now, don’t ask me how, let stars and worlds align
Say it soft, say it loud your heart is mine, is mine
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
Have I doubt, When the lights go low,
I have a sore throat, tea to melt snow,
Your name in my mouth tastes holy, like ice wine
Melt the sugar, on the tip of my tongue
Love is a warm, thick honey settling on my hair
It wraps like a wet duvet fresh from the rain,
It’s a cold hurt, stiffened by the air,
Though I am drunk, addicted to the pain.
Zingiber crushed beneath my tongue, sharp and gold,
The sweet-burn ache I almost don’t want cured,
A cough rising deep, rough and assured,
I hold it, swallow it, let it sting,
Then break and the relief is everything.
Heat beads at my forehead, bright and undone,
Skin flushed open like a second sun,
Until your lips, cool as night air,
Press my forehead, and spare
The hardship that I couldn't bear
And all that fire folds in two,
Burning for me, but eased by you.
Stroke through my hair like a match through flame,
Say my name like you’re not ashamed,
Let the dark press close, let the ceiling spin,
Let the fire move slowly under my skin.
Your pulse against mine a dangerous tune,
A low hunger, a sun that rises too soon,
My hands learn the shape of wanting you near,
Like heat in the dark that feeds on my fear.
The room starts spinning but we stand still, Like gravity bending to some deeper will,
My ribs feel split with something vast,
Like night itself is breathing fast,
I lose my name, I lose what’s true, And all that’s left is reaching you.
With love I rise, with doubt the dark returns and turns,
Your touch ignites, it bites, it burns, it burns,
The sky at night black and white, the green and blue
A bruise and a blessing breaking through
What’s in a name? Just air and blame, a chain that keeps us together.
A rose would glow, and still would grow, though stripped of all its signs
So take me now, don’t ask me how, let stars and worlds align
Say it soft, say it loud your heart is mine, is mine
