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.
