I.
I am illumined by the moon tonight, I told her about your name
And how I would think of it in the early morning, but tell me how was your evening?
I am lost in a museum that's filled with your portrait
the museum is my mind and its open for twenty four hours
I look at you and I look at the poetry you're hiding beneath your magnetic gaze
And the flowers that blooms behind your dazzling hair, I get dazzled by you
I want to write my truth and trace them like constellations between the magnificent arch of your back, will you let me speak your name?
II.
The slow rhythmic breathing you do when you slumber beside me and I slumber into the sight of your crescent moon shaped lips. Say my name...
Maybe you wanted someone like a God - glorious, trembling, divine
I don't have divinity in my veins, and I'd never paint religion on my sleeves,
my only idea of religion is your fingertips creating universes in my head
I know I am not much - just another girl all eyeliner and vanilla lipgloss with her art written in colors on her skin, orbiting around you like you are the goddamn sun.
You are the sun...
You burn my world and I'll let you - if it means I can see you turn into a blushing rose petal that I think means you adore me
III.
How can anybody have you? And not be perpetually enchanted by you?
I'm pulling my mind out of your cage, but my hands keeps sculpting your portrait.
In the honeyed light of evening, I would tell you to choose me...
Choose me because I can't stop noticing the sunlight that perfectly illumined your hair
Choose me because my mind is a theater that echoes your name
I would listen to your heart sobbing in its sleep, throbbing secrets it can't keep
What does it want? I hope it wants to say my name...
