Grapsed in your arms.
I realise what I was granted to lose.
I feared my blessings would walk away with every step you took backwards.
You would sometimes be the ‘Bloody Mary’ for my tongue and sometimes a ‘Sangria’ to my soul.
I would invite you in me every second.
You make my body feel home. More than my soul does.
I would feel guilty and regret it but damn, my heart.
Beats for love and jumps for longing.
You push me in despair and pull me close in desire.
You made me cry out of rage and then I drop off tears of passion.
I stare empty walls and blank bedsheets.
Why couldn’t I fix myself?
Maybe cause your eyes are cosmic.
“Play with me”
Sweeping me off my feet; redefining my pain.
Grap my hair until I could nearly move, re-embrace the stars in my cell of my body until the candles burn off and darkness prevails like you and me, love and temptation.
“Come play with me”