I'm Cold And There Are Wolves After Me

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 rythym 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 rhythym of your heart.
What is mine is yours.
What is yours is forever mine