You move in haze within my headspace. Slow down. Hold still. Someone is circling a little lower than the angels. Blissful I am (even though...)
Roots grow deeper; in ways we can't conceive. From beneath the ground you stare at me, daring me to blink. Blissful I am (even though...)
Calm down. Be still. We've got plenty of time to kill. Take me in, under your skin and bury me deep in love. Blissful I am (even though...)
Preoccupied, like a moth with the light, I came to your party dressed as a shadow. No one imperils, love evades. Yet, blissful I am (even though you're gone).