With You

The world is a blueprint,

with no conclusion. We sketch ontop of eachother,

erase, start again. We shape the curves shared between us, twist and inhance the movements of gasps and breathlessness. The night burns bright, with ecstasy and the crackle of candle. I lay, eyes wide, searching for the joy that manifests only between your two lips. Silence. We design constellations in the small of our backs, with fingers that never rest. Sleep. I see the wooden carvings of roses, the table, the cloth. A set for two, a devilish hue, you burn a desire within me, guides my walk with utter art. The dress, the floor, the goosebumps on my arm. You take me as whole, a burning violin. The night turns to ash, the day begins to clash. With you I fall, with you I am all.