Beautiful creature with soft silky skin,
Answer my prayers and let me have you.
Not as my muse but as my vessel.
Let me find you in your naked dreaming
Trade your dreams for my clothed intentions.
Let me tell you my stories, until you fall into them
Like a butterfly into a stream of amber
And someday who I am will harden around you,
And I will be valuable only because of you
If you choose to emerge from my embrace, I will crack
I will die.
But if you long to feel the air on your wings,
and see the sun burn more than orange…
Perhaps it is best
To let me shatter so that you can breath real air.
Fly free and pray for me,
That someday someone comes along
to love my pieces.