Romance is my reason,
it was the whisper that conceived me,
the womb that received me,
the light and the push divine.
And I'm a victim of its circumstance
the pulse pulse pulse
and the gravity urges me,
onward, ever onward.
waves of royal purple,
sparked from the contact,
tongues of fire leap,
from a star always burning.
I want you and I'll swallow it,
as a human wrapped in concrete
the weight of these polite boulevards,
hide the wild riverbeds.
And in my head,
is a grand hall of candles,
a bed of warm white sand,
and a skylight above us.