Does it bother you, with my insomniac heart
To think of your ambient nostalgic soul?
Does it hurt, when my mind lingers on a tattered page too long?
Are you exorcised with every panicked breath?
If I slide my paper cut finger across my lips, will you feel it?
If I was a fire burning out of control, would you let me swallow you whole?
Just one last time, would you let me be so bold to worship you?
Kneel before you and beseech you with my tongue?
Scrape my teeth against your skin?
Would you close your eyes and sigh?
Would you look me in the eyes?
Take your pleasure while my fingertips traced sorrow along your spine?
Would you tell me your coming with your breath in my mouth?
Would you let me love you with despair in my heart?
Could you forgive me? My insomniac heart?