my love is poised as can be, injecting gold in me, i can breathe color and taste light and god, they are all mine
sugar on my tongue never tasted so divine, i never thought i'd cross what i thought was the warning line, crime scene tape, but it was just the finish line to a great state of new life blooming in my lungs and flowers itching under my skin,
venus showered me in sea foam and called me kind enough, deserving enough of a love crafted by her own two midnight hands with ivory and gold and all the most worthy of wings welded together with god's own blessing instead of wax that would falter cause darling
we
are
the
sun
