you're the chill under my sheets
you're the blisters on my feet
you're the blaring, scorching heat
you're the holes in my love seat
you're the scent before rain
you're the breath in my veins
you're the taste of sugar cane
you're the light on my window pane
the touch of your lips
the sway of your hips
you're the eternal eclipse
of my sanity
