Fredd and Jasmine

My skin feels of sand paper,
Rubbing my hands up and down,
My blood tastes like a penny, and a sweet aromatic jasmine.
My blood that tastes like jasmine.

Through my own eyes, owl-eyed, angel-eyed, Green-eyed,
Keep my blood tasting clean,
Keep my blood tasting that of jasmine,
I am a flower,

Smell it in your nose, no, you taste it on your tongue,
My blood, it lasts like jasmine,
And she loves me to be her home,

And he brings me home, and we call it home,
I am forever at home when he is near.

You are my home,
And you taste my floral blood,
The essence that makes me, me.

I could kiss you, and catch your exhales,
as you breath when you're asleep.
I inhale your exhale, and together we are one.

I love you more than lavender, and I love you more than blood,
I love you more than blowing kisses flung from dandelion seeds from the sun,

You make me whole, and in, inside your arms, inside your mind,
That gives me home,
The place I have always wanted.
Is you.