Drown me in a quiet beige,
Envelop olive browns.
Curl me into softest pales,
With midnight sky lay down.
Suffocate in ivory,
With golden cloth and skin.
A glade of legs and honey I,
Find divine safety in.
Tags are hidden master-works,
Every freckle a star.
Birthmarks are a prophecy,
A legend in a scar.
There is no mantra greater;
Acceptance half as whole.
My temple walls are blankets.
The Night calls to my soul.
Maybe I\'m fanatical
Too much time on my knees.
But the songs are all perfection,
The wine varied to please.
Forever I have worshiped here,
With love so rich and deep.
It\'s half of everything I am,
And work I\'ll always keep.