Idioglossia

Deliquesce

I'm a butterfly child
Mercilessly beguiled
If I felt your hand
I'd dissolve like sand
In rain
A beautiful pain
A thousand times over

Amaranthine, twined around my spine
Water into wine
A drowning ocean
Overflowing devotion
A treacherous current
Somehow so alluring
My love is an aeon

I will thaw
I'm devoured in the maw
Of my own heart
Injected with your art
I'll burn alive
Be reborn to thrive
You make me die but you make me survive