My muse, if we could thrive off touch there would be a little more love and a little less hunger in this world, but if I have to stay famished to kiss you then I will gladly starve in your arms, yearning for every last sliver of touch.

Every word that takes flight from my restless lips I dedicate to your shrine and pray that it may be my sacrifice to you, my Goddess.

For the void whom I owe my heart.