Why would you be br all I am br if not carved from br temptations shaking hands. br br Who moulded all thoughts, br so like mine, br dragging me from self misery br into desire. br br Lust gently cradles reason, br then snaps it's neck, br and in those stormy heartbeats br sheds no tears. br br Pinned upon these pages br lay butterflies br of once glorious dreams br left to die. br br You are my pyre of music br I burn to devour, br sweet, sacred words drip from lips br that are my bower. br br I know what vision you hunger, br it also belongs to me, br I reach for your constellation br and just breathe.