recurring themes

with intent to drive the point home:

I would have died to bring life into your eyes
now they're on fire with light
(and I'm still here)

I'll try not to burn my lips on the heat...
...radiating off of your skin
it's the echo off of your heart-stream
a voice that I conjured from you
manifest in the heat...
...radiating off of your skin

manifest in the fuck eyes you give me...
...that I swallow into my system

you're a gift from the gods
(someone up there must have saw fit to let up)

now you take me into your mouth,
and swallow me into your system
and I set the liquids free...
...into your system,
and walk through the corridors...
...in the labyrinth-work of your veins
scraping at the walls...
...because I'm set on fire
same as I see in your eyes

and when you're in my system
I can feel you scraping along the walls
as if you were lost in a labyrinth

then I set you free into the wilderness...
...to see if you'll come back home to me

I wait nearly a year...
...then see your silhouette on the horizon
the shadow of yourself on fire with the inner aura..
...radiating off of your skin

can not hide...
and has no pretence...
and has no agenda...
...save the need to touch me and take me...
...back into your system...
...and drive us both home...