Think of your most sacred song.
Think now your most cherished thoughts,
Your most closely dreamed dreams about who you are.
Think of that which you would bleed and kill for.
Think of whatever it is
That would make you happy to face death.
Think about how it makes you lose your breath.
About how you become impatiently inspired,
Waking up smiling in utter darkness.
Think about how it makes your skin turn to flames,
And your tongue twitch with the possibilities of taste.
Think about how this feels,
And how it cannot be expressed.
Think of this, because this is how I think of you.