I want to know what you do with your hands
when you're not doing anything at all.
And I want to peel back your layers and read between the lines
of your palms.
I want to know what your face looks like as you slip into a dream...
To drift in your sea of thoughts and watch your forgotten memories crash against your shores.
I want to listen to the music of your breath as you rest your wary bones.
I want to know what your voice sounds like as you slowly wake, unfurling like a flower in your bed.
I want to be ringed by the flame of your desires and wander through all of your darkest depths.
I want to taste your chaos like nectar so sweet.
To breathe your air.
And learn the song of your soul.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
I want to know what you do with your hands
when you're not doing anything at all.
And I want to peel back your layers and read between the lines
of your palms.
I want to know what your face looks like as you slip into a dream...
To drift in your sea of thoughts and watch your forgotten memories crash against your shores.
I want to listen to the music of your breath as you rest your wary bones.
I want to know what your voice sounds like as you slowly wake, unfurling like a flower in your bed.
I want to be ringed by the flame of your desires and wander through all of your darkest depths.
I want to taste your chaos like nectar so sweet.
To breathe your air.
And learn the song of your soul.
