In the dark, I thought of you to light the way.
With the light, I fought the dark away.
Away, I flew into the sky, reaching out to your hand, reaching down for me.
Beyond the reach of my hand, I lassoed your wrist with my arteries.
And then you pulled on my heart, pulling me to you.

You, with your magnificence so blinding you can't even see it.
And as I fall into your hands, I realize I never comprehended you - I merely glimpsed an instance.
Yet, each instance came like a breath.
A breath I savor, treasure, measure, conjure, and entomb in the dark crevasse of my heart.
Still, that isn't enough for me. I want more.
I think I'm greedy. I feel I'm greedy.
I know I want more. I need more of you.

Those eyes, I want them on me.
When you've closed them, I want to be the last image you take...