My fluttering heart is tight within your grasp,gaining ground in our sweet game of flats,calling out across aching waves to my Captain,captured in your complex, chronic kiss. I line you with my lipstick,circling you, like salt,sealing you in my spell. Mine. Mine. Mine, alone. These are my wishes.These are my terms.

The night is sparkling, starstruck,I am awestruck,underneath the orange moon,warmed by amber flames,waning in your waiting arms.

The way that we kissed will live on my lips for a lifetime,long after the summer rain has turned to wayward, winter snow,and our blessed bones have been reborn within the tender embrace of the Earth.