I will make you believe
That I am lovely;
I will make you believe
That nectar drips
From my very pores
Onto your skin,
Like flowers blooming
Out from my face
On a hot Summers day;
I will make you believe
That I paint myself for you,
And not for me

I will make you believe
That my fingers
Are not matches,
Setting your skin
On fire
Every time 
Our bodies
Collide

I will make you believe
That I Am a mere
Vocal cord
Pulsating against your throat;
Changing the pitch
Of her name
Every time you
Make love 
To a body
That aches
To feel 
Like
Mine 
Against
Your 
Hands 



But i will make you believe
That I am also restless,
My dear,
I will make 
You too; 
You have known
I had been
Since my birth