My Thief - Nora

Invited to steal my breath away with words that impact me like a bullet to the back. Destroying tissue and preconceptions, morphing muscle and precocious prototypes of grandeur. Impossible and imperceptible control over my cosmos, your deft hand masterfully crafts phrases that shatter my walls like tempered glass and exponentially feed this literary romance. The light emanating from me pales in comparison to the veritable sun beams that implode and consequentially erupt with the energy of a hyper nova. These rays blind me and simultaneously illuminate and elucidate every corner, every dark recess and overlooked crevice of possible sensation. You are my light by which to see the implacable poetic dominance that steals days away from the devoted. The sweet dissonance rings true like none other, forming discordant tones that you and I may deign to take hold of, and transform to our liking. Our choice, our transfiguration of these unmade roots possess a certain deviance. My thief, like a leviathan of poetic delicacies and opportunistic scribblings, you brave that tempest of harrowing ventures, of ill-fated connections that miraculously withstand devastation, left strengthened and exhilarated by the storm. Your wish is my command, in that my sciences and my secrets surface like driftwood, gravitating to shore in full sight of observers.