Analysis of Mental Metamorphosis

Our minds: but vessels in cocoons

Your eyes: crescent moons...

I swoon for you

For me, your heart beats a familiar tune

Let’s take our time ...

I prefer later than soon

Can I remain dormant
in your coordinates ?

Im not possessive,
you’re just mine to keep.

you make me feel awake
while I’m asleep

Hesitation ran deep
Yet I was inclined..
To move forward, fast   
No time to rewind

again I submitted to you, without forcefulness

May I become proportionate. . .
to your mental orifice?

Content with consent

Accepting all parts of you,
 every incriment…
every crease & bend
any broken piece , I’ll need to mend.