esoteric & elegant

please, surrender thy hand in the morning light. the surrounding coldness seeps into our skin and permeates throughout the velvet folds that encapsulate us. the conflicting warmth and synthetic cold brings us closer together in the wake of it all.

how i've longed to feel the welcoming warmth of your cautious touch.

the shadows have fallen and drawn their dividing lines. my own defenses have been lowered to accommodate the sins that spill across the sand.

with open arms and similarly open wounds, i welcome you in.

the wind cries as our sounds of disagreement fills the room. this moment will forever be engrained into my memory. i will be able to reconstruct this moment of persistent perfection for days to come.

please, sing your little song to put me to sleep.