For all my buttons there is one that was never brushed before
The untouched dormant rock
Now tapped and pulsating
Your finger was a key that unlocked me
Vision sharpened with my raised cheekbones
A strop to a dulled personality
A whetstone for wit
It became nearly too bright too handle
And in blind glory I see better than I ever have before
I'll wrap my arms around you
And take any of your pain to my forearms
Collect more punctures and purples
And I will leave this now beautiful world before you
For surely it'll be the last thing I do
Should you defy me and make your exit prior to mine
I will chase you underground so soon
Your lack of pulse will only seem a pause between heartbeats
As mine can't function without yours.
