I give you the right to live here on my land. I give you the right to know the color of the palm of my hand. I give you the right to read between my lines. And I give you the right to eat the fruit from my vines and swallow me whole once we’re inside of the other. We fit together tight. You’re right by my side. I’m glad to have you follow me. I’m glad to have your lead. Fit together tight. You know you’re my missing piece. Fit together tight. Just like Adam and Eve. You give me the right to keep you safe and sound. You give me the right to wait with you for the moon. You give me the right to all your hopes and fears. You give me the right to tempt your honey lips and swallow you whole once we’re inside of the other. We fit together tight. You’re right by my side. I’m glad to have you follow me. I’m glad to have your lead. Fit together so tight. You know you’re my missing piece. Fit together so tight. Just like Adam and Eve. I give you the right to live here on my land. And you give me the right to wait with you for the moon. I give you the right to all my hopes and fears. And you give me the right to swallow you whole.

words by j. wilson

photo by cottonbro @ pexels

I visualize you and I, keeping ourselves occupied. While the war is going on outside, by keeping the bed warm tonight. No more power, only nurturing, where weakness is greater than strength. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. You and I, and our pleasure chest, and the treasures there that we possess. It’s like you and are being pressed, immortalized between two saints. While the war is going on outside, we’re keeping our bed warm tonight. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings. If I could be your drug. Which one would I be? If I could be your drug. I’d be your ecstasy. Our favorite time of day is just before night. When darkness comes and swallows the light. We’ll take the blinders from in front of our faces. No more pulling triggers, no more pulling strings.

words by j. wilson

photo by cottonbro @ pexels