Her hips sway down the banister
Her eyes everything
All these curves and lashes
Spiraling
Glacial breaths and idle stares
I feel peace
Passerbys and quiet sighs
Are not between
If you, come inside, I'm yours
If she, is real, I'm sure
Coming apart at the seams
Losing grip of what's real
Stardust, wine, and moonbeams
And the girl with sunflower eyes
She bites her lip, sees my stare
Trembling
The moon, the stars, the echoes
She belongs
A rush of blood, a sharp inhale
A touch
There is a line that stirs inside
Too much
If you, come inside, I'm yours
If she, is real, I'm sure
Her hips sway down the banister
Her eyes everything
All these curves and lashes
Spiraling
If you, come inside, I'm yours
If she, is real, I'm sure