Devotion

•An older poem•

I would take a kiss from a rose

A thorn

A heartbeat

Your velvet darkness comforts me

Red as cherry wine

We live for the light of the other

Sweet

Simple

Consumed by our own devotion

Falling brightly like the stars

I am an angel without wings

Lost

Grounded

Caught up in swirling moments

Every face like yours

A dream