I am not worthy of you
I will never be worthy of you
I wish only for you to look at me
Let me be sure
That you have seen me
With more than a passing glance
have graced me
For if I can know
that your eyes have known me
then I can sleep
and dream
that I am worthy

The dark honey of sleep
Cloyingly thick
Sweetly persuasive
beckons and suffocates
Yet dreams of you
Disturb this minor death
As I twist and drown
In your eyes
Two lakes of swords
Burn in your words
Oil cast on
the embers of our passion
So madness flies
Until I wake in sweat
that sticks to flesh like blood
Gasping your name