For November Notes, Possession by Sarah McLachlan.
Steal my hand
I am everything
you’re my life
my blood pulsing
you’re my obsession
hear my confession
you see me
as the darkness
I’m your savior
Written for November Notes, Day 1 (ha! catch up in full force), The Night We Met by Lord Huron.
We knew each other in daylight, but night was where we came alive. Hands and fingers and lips devouring, rhapsodizing some mystical force deep in the earth’s belly, deep in my belly. I hear the magic bass thumping through my heart, resuscitation, and long for one more night with you, but stark day pervades, like a killing virus, invades.
Pathetic to consider the energy you expend to injure
how all of those atoms redirected, momentum amassed
could be lightning fireflies portending delight.