you're made of fire,

burning so hot it's

blue, blue like the sky, my favorite

you're my

favorite, did you know,

tasting like

smooth cream, but i'm

drunk, drunken, you've made me and

i wish i could just

touch you, dare to,

touch you, i want to make sure

you exist

instead of being a figment

of some unsettled mind

(namely,

mine)