Heavy

Desire.

I want..
I want my soul to feel like his heart is my home..
Cloaked and covered in a abundance of raw vulnerability..
I recognize the shingles that protect this place..
because they reflect like mirrors I've envisioned myself in before..
Just like I look through the glass window pane of his love into a kingdom of servitude.. to multiply and multiply this feeling beyond measure..
Through the rooms of the thoughts in your mind
I want to know what makes you....you..
I want to learn every crack upon this home and find out how it was formed..
And.. and what mechanism of covering up you used to seal such a light of beauty of this built.
I want to know the song and vibrations that resonates in-between the walls you have created..
The hiding spots used to try and escape love...
I want..
I want you.