Pull down your world upon mine, And kiss me hollow. Words are so unspoken As the shells upon the shore That never reached anyone's ears. You have a gift For perception. See me on your shoreline Counting the raindrops, the tears Spraying against my marred face. I have a wilted emptiness For countless seasons I have witnessed Clinging flakes of snow, Autumn rain, Thunder, On my quivering skin. Pull your skies upon myself, To kiss me ever-more hollow. I wear my sorrows upon my sleeve, Sharing the moon, for its pull. Melt your words, for they leave me open. Open, For the consumption of a thousand more tears Draining from petaled eyes. Do you see The places we share ourselves, In loving hearts, and irrational minds? You've been the love I yield to, Pausing for the respect of another In this empty plain of my space, Where keen eyes of mine Can behold arms with lace, Joys set in place, Kind soldiers on careful marches. Drop yourself into me, And do so, in an instant.