a valley of wolves falls upon your lips and dies
a desert falls upon your stomach and 
explodes with a mineral spring
the universe falls into your eyes and consumes itself
you put your hand upon my chest and I gasp

now you see all the night in the distance
every light casted by a star now sheds
ink and blood in sequence
and you stand beneath; taking it all in.
softly; simply- in these moments I ache in love.

I hide in your innocence blushing' purging orchids
you catch them with your neck and decorate our cage.
your hands become flowers swollen with pollen
I return to your heart an overwhelmed laborer of honey.

within your skull ravished by black waterfalls
delves exotic antique tree's filled with
vultures and birds of paradise feeding each other.

our freedom resides somewhere in the skys zenith
everday before nightfall our minds are antagonized
reminded of the neutral realm cohesive between
night and day.