my pen hits the paper
my thoughts run wild
inconceivable,
oblivion, they go

the words within me
find forms at his feet
insanity, i meet
at the touch of his fingertips

he mapped out my destiny
before time began
in constant constellation
i plunder my sins

what he doesn’t know
he should never know
irrevocable
“his”
i’ve been branded so

deep in soul reckoning
lies the taste of his lips
remembering my passion
at the time of his kiss