A Proper Lover

Your eyes are knives. Your way of skinning rabbits, Is quicker than mine. Piercing daggers, Across photonic records. The visions take their toll. Echoed sudo chambers across a viking floor of snow. The wrong side of walls, Surrounded by enemies. The blue of my eye smaller each year. Until I climb with teeth and heel: Unafraid with you along the long way up. We'll see our lives from up down here. Trembling like a leaf, A proper lover.