The ink tarnishes my skin
And your colors pearl my sins.
I hide my fears in the caves of your soul
As I sing you anthems of old.

I gave my rivers to the oceans of your eyes,
And my poetry flows into your dreams.
I whisper secrets into the empty voids of your seams—
Your pleasure, my vice.

I pray in the languages of love
As I consume the space of your thoughts.
I travel to the present and future,
For my devotion knows no bounds of culture.