Tides of the moon

Everything is flowing, nothing will sit still, high on oxytocin and high on insanity. I need you so perfect and lost, I don't even believe in this but here I am again fueled on delusion. Maybe I'll give in to this, burn incense and think of you in the dark. The shape of you, your edges blurry and tangible. I'll have you bound in fury, bound in madness, bound in what we are yet to have. Look what you have done to me? Maybe we will fall apart and turn to stone but at least the bed will be warm and we'll be safe here. You could mean nothing to me or you could mean everything. You can flow into me, seep through my veins and make my world spin faster.