She's close. My beloved black rose. Darkness I fell freely in her depths. Drowning to be hers as my emotions bled the ink that slowly felt love. Again and again her whisper became a gasp. Bone shuttering the ideal of fever that always lasts. Midnight has no time. Darkness becomes sanctuary. Instead of melancholy she's the bittersweet mystique of the canvas a artist speak. A magician lays vulnerable powerless. Softness like a bittersweet illicit hell. Yet wild strawberries suddenly was the candy I'd crawl to eat. She's a queen. A goddess for only my peripheral view. Warmth that the sunshine never brings. Cuz it's in a sultry design Everytime she walks in the room. Pitch blackness. Yet blood orange diamonds are like the moon to me. This soul food was never cake it was just heaven entirely. My hands and my fingertips cradle softness that made me breathe again. To lock in my emotions. Surrendering. When we were magnets bouncing off each other again and again. Close Everytime. This flutter knowing she's sweetness of love is blind. But for her my poetry was everything. Yet I toss and turn. And like a ghost. Lost in a dream. She was all I see. Her gasp became a ache. Her whispers my everything. Just sweeter than the rain. The sweetest obsession is the rain. But her river rushes to my every line every syllable. Become the tsunami that keeps me wandering. Table fear her just to know a squirm. Something made me this dampyr of words. Yet she's the sun and I should ache. But I'm not immune. Until she is gone completely. Curiosity attention emotions I use to not feel. Till her surprises that weren't surprises Paralyzed. To move. My heart still a steady flutter. To know my words compell. To her I'm always hers. Even if I crawl. Close. Chills.