I Wrote This Awhile Ago And It Goes With EP Pretty Well

Have you ever really experienced a person?
Listened to all their means of hope and failure?
Their muddy colored history. Their songs like sobbing.
You felt freedom with in my earlobes and contracted forgiveness to the world through my smiles.
I want to be your foundation, your heavy burdens forgot to scorn.
I listened to your sorrow and lifted up the heaps of broken glass that cut you when you step.
But I don't want to be another woman waiting at your window. In a home that I am only object.
Paint me into life by hearing me, listening to my onyx nights and tear drop colored stories.
And baptize my freedom. Pour holy water on our doorstep. Rummage through my head till yours is full of me.
More than just the taste of my shoulder blades or the curve of my palm.
Drenched in every detail of our existence till we have experience.