Have we expended our future,
Unto the stars?
Have we made ourselves saviors,
With mercy to our belonging?
I sit as a witness to your artful form
That shows shimmers upon a velvet torso.
You have made a God whimper before you.
He was me, the man to whom loves you.
I sit beside you at the elongated table,
And view your beauty in all colors.
You have eyes that show sparkles in blue,
And cheeks that have the deepest hues.
There are reds, in those cheeks,
There is a blue, in those eyes.
You have a face, that has been swollen from kisses,
I have made a mark, through the fame of you.
I am a father, to you, as my child.
So beautiful, with shades of black upon white,
You are desirous, though retain all urges,
To be upon the white, but remain in darkness.
Have we expended those stars,
That are above us in the clearest blue?
Will our kisses at once be shared,
So deep to reach the ocean’s bottom?
I had once made a child who knew to see,
The crystal, the caves, and the ebony.
Modern Romanticism 