meadows for the wanting

something hell-forged, something godly
something like your summerdress

one look at you and i'm a mess
with thoughts inside my head so oddly

like acid and like alkaline
at the same time, never grey
your every wish i would obey
my molecules no longer mine

mine is only hunger, dear
want to consume the flowers

i am starving, hunting hours

innermost, not voiced, the fear

'cause in my mind it gets confusing
when i see you - dressed in june
afraid sunshine will be over soon
and autumn can not change a thing