Christine Daae

Navy blue eyelines cross a navy blue setA temporary slip of the push-pinned memory hypochondriacBut I am the pornography that makes you breatheThat makes you feelFeel alive and shudder to thinkWhat it's like, oh what's it likeAnd I can't even tell where your fingers end and mine do beginFor I can'tBut this could be the kiss that all others yet to come in lifewill be judged byI apologize for that strap slipped right down your shoulder babyI apologize because I tried my best I tried my bestBut I am the pornography that lets you believeThat lets you tasteTaste the life and shudder to thinkWhat it's like, oh what's it likeAnd I can't even tell where your fingers end and mine do beginFor I can'tBut this could be the kiss that all others yet to come in lifewill be judged byWait don't you die for meJust goThis is a world that I feel I frustrated with my soulLet us define, let us defineThis is a world that I feel I frustrated with my hopeBut I won't give inAllow me to run my fingers gently up your spineAcross your shoulders, down to your claviclesAs we are breathing as one togetherThe movement starts here