Drunk on me,

As I drink you.

You are the fountain of retaining youth,

As I leak my old foundations to your warm center.

Bleed out, for the both of us,

As I will, too.

Your hair is a stream,

Your fingers are unfurled,

Your words are a long walk

Upon chapters in our existence.

We are faulted among the world,

Though are perfect in our arms.