Staining

Loving you is like staining the stars, as if I dared to leave fingerprints on heaven itself. I'll revel in my sin, burn with it, carve my devotion into the spaces between your ribs, let my presence linger in your veins, poppies threading their roots deeply, curling tight around your heart, splitting it open petal by petal. Until even the universe knows I broke every rule be made to fall for you