I'm Cold and There Are Wolves After Me - iwrestledabearonce

Never wanted to forget our last looks

A rekindling lust

In the corner of your eye

A lingering inside

The last place you and I…

This is the place where you and I call our home

Hands touching

He turns them into gold

And the rhythm of my heart

Smile

Bites at me

Lips cry red salt

He makes me stay golden

While caressing my flesh

He rips me open

With my eyes closed so tightly

He cradles me

Softly we drift into sleep

Turning hands into minerals

I melt into him

My bones depart from me

I open my hands into a pool of water

Creating the sound of waves, animals, and creatures

Waves of hair drift over your ears

Waves of hair drift to the rhythm of your heart

What is mine is yours

What is yours is forever mine