Swollen Stars

Stained leather sewn in sinful delusions
The interior of a heart decaying by layers of silk tattered dreams.

Approach me steadfast, but thou keep to feet the ever protruding glass on the floors of my realm.

Gather me in an abundance, cocked under the muscular hold of your arm, and press me ever so lightly to indent me in thy figure.

Trace the curvacture of my prison; relish on the flesh that whispers of ethereal scars.
For surely when tides rise and fingers frollick, I shall be diminished beneath the swollen stars.

Sleepingwillow