My exposed depths sit upon a throne

Wrapped in your lips

I see the truth,

A glowing lamp post in the night,

I feel your fingertips

Lightly graze over my arm

As if you're teaching me

A new language

That feels forbidden,

I see it in your eyes,

The mirror fogs up,

And I feel exposed

As if my depths sit upon a throne

Where everyone can see

I try to cover my face

But the veil drops to the ground

And I imagine the tiny light

Beginning to grow inside your eyes

As if I was the sun you needed