I love you so much

more than the Sun loves the Moon,

or the Day loves the Noon.

I want to hug you more than

Waves hug the Shore,

or a Frame hugs a Door,

and kiss you more than the

Horizon does the Sky

or more than Lashes bat an Eye.

I don't think I could love you more,

but now, I've said that before,

and I'll say it over and over

until the day I die.

You called my head "Madness"
when it's name was "Desire"
And you wore my skin for safety from all you'd thrown at my thought.

But I was taught,
'never surrender under focused fire,
just move out of the way,
so you don't get shot.'

With my dry bones beneath you,
you sought fire from the start.
You were a thief with a bullet
shaped like a heart.

And with brutal precision,
you aimed beneath your morality,
and no wishful decision
could have torn me from reality.

I held purpose and purity,
things I wanted to save for Sam.

But you sang my song for me,
and with swift hips,
and a good grip,

you decided who I am.