you're
like a piece of artwork
you
inspire me to take flight
you
are the sun to Icarus's wings
but
i'm afraid to get burnt
your
words drip onto me
like
wax upon my skin
sting
so sweet and stick to me
and
pull me slyly in
to
your always waiting lips
as
you breathe me in
a
pomegranate seed so sweet
take
me back under again
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