Tincture of the Fae

One day,
You will fall in love with me.

My fingers will run your hair, scalp of my tips
Doubt at my bossum,
As you rest your heavy thougts into the blanketed navigation
Of being taken in.

You do not need me,
But here I dwell.
Dwell like a well, on your land.
Emerged.  Asked for.  Loved.

The shame,
  I want to smear it all over my body,
Your hands the weapon,
Your release, my Light.
  Breathe into everything, because Someone is coming to the multiverse with me.
On a cloud,
Elsewhere.
Between the veil; kneel or hail.

My Love is my God, and God, do I love you!
  Tapered and tempered, masks reveal other saids.

My touch a potion,
And of which I wish you to drink.
Needing your closed eyes all over me.
Your lost soul to the touch alone , of Love.
   Let me
  Touch
   You.

Surrender.  To the Hello game.
And if not, my creature,
Then goodbye once again.

Rather I,
Take you into my forest,
And Let you fall in love with what I call home.

Rather I kiss you with the stroke of touch.
Missing my human
  When he is gone and such.