Love Stains

If you could underestimate her then you could unwind and take it all in without the divine pressure, and nothing's missing. But if you find a piece of her, then she becomes like an echo singing in your ears, writhing on your skin. Then as it goes you can't win- out the sensations, and she'll be present in every song, all the vibrations. Straining soft chords and sweating relations to attain the harmony of a basic instinct, an urge like "rage against the dying of the light," If you could only blink, flows alive and in sync into all the places. You could live in every room where she's opening spaces and laughing as you do. It's the natural way she chases the light into your darkest corner, in the very core of you. And it's crystal clear how everything collides when she's near, mimicking the fluidity of her. It doesn't stop, you turn and the world is just her playground when her eyes are watching all the players are smooth and unshakable, like the timing that flows to anything, and everything becomes covered with her stains.