The dew unlocks slowly,
drips from the deepest chamber,
this gradual tide born from you, 
the root of my every overwhelming need.

The rise and fall of your breath, 
my sweetest vast atmosphere,
all glows in your presence, 
the darkness of your absence 
is just as beautiful. 

A universe temporarily without a sun,
lit by countless fading galaxies, 
pressures of ecstatic planets bursting
into a ceaseless strobe of luminous stardust.

This is the time without you.

The dew unlocks slowly,
flows from the most rapturous channel,
I believe I can taste the soul from here,
the very root of your most bare being.

The rise and fall of a pulse 
like a feverous whirlwind,
all burns within your presence,
the darkness afterwards 
is just as beautiful.

A universe settling after being 
so exposed to the flash,
lit by possession's fiery torrents,
the everlasting glow of stardust 
spread along everything I am.

The universe moves slowly,
but will inevitably turn to you
and call to me from the deepest channel,
the root of how beautiful you truly are.