A tiny leaf is falling easily drifted by the thought
It falls into my being like a huge, heavy rock.

My mind is bleeding; I'm crawling in ripped feelings
I want to paint my soul all over your body
I want you to grave your history on my skin.
I want to swallow the needle of your eyes
So I can breathe you better
And you to breathe me in.

You and I don't need a word
You and I don't need to touch
I am your whisper, you are my thought
You and I are already one

Giving birth to the most beautiful work of art: US!