I hold my edge
I hold my edge
and fold the corners in
to meet you.
My heart might burst,
feeling yours.
What is it to desire.
When all I feel from you
is shifting
like tides, like sand beneath
the river of your body.
I hold my edge
and fold the corners in
to meet you.
My heart might burst,
feeling yours.
What is it to desire.
When all I feel from you
is shifting
like tides, like sand beneath
the river of your body.