touch your face, run fingers down to collarbone
over a pretty white neck
   i squeeze you and you are warm
   i could squeeze harder and you would not be
you are warm and smell like flowers in the desert
i want to create a new world with these hands, these teeth
   your joy is my joy
   my world feels open
                      the wind pours in
                      i'm on fire


come to me in the night and whisper from the door
  i'll start with fits but follow you down the hall
  beneath candlemagic and subtlety
become to me the dreamawake in footsteps familiar
  touch, turn, ever onward
  belief, incandescent insanity