In the middle of the night; cool and dark; new thoughts rush and I can't wait to lay and talk with you; I wish I could have you.
Uncontrollable hair and wonderfully soaked sheets accompanied by the aroma of tulip tears and the creation of new dreams and promises we dare say to keep.

I want to listen to your every problem and hear every thought you think.
I want your lips to carve a gaping symphony of unfathomable attachment into my skin.

Possess me with your beautifully distorted spirit.
Twist around me like hungry vines on the broken cabin in Newport we could visit in the summer; I hope you'd want to be mine then;
Puncture so deep to scar me because I want to see that I can bleed into your faultless life force and mark you with deep affection.

I never want to hate you; I never could hate you.
I only wish for my impenetrable love to swaddle you;
Promise to let me perceive your eager embrace, be enriched by your rousing touch, taste your never ending love imprinted on every centimeter of your very soul.

Engulf me entirely so that I may enjoy the simple pleasures I can NEVER receive from another.
Let me be your only even if now you aren't ready; promise you will be.

Or just for tonight to ensure that promises are within our reach; you don't have to mean it but promise anyway.
After all, it's everything we've got in these hours of darkness. Hold onto that word, baby, I beg you.
Then later love me as I already do you.