You’ve been brought to feel,
The complexities of youth,
Each breath, unleashes sweetness for me
To taste, like wine of most fervent grapes.
When your eyes see upwards,
At the many Gods in their auras,
A gleam comes whisking you away
To where pain no longer resides.
For so much, you’ve desired their shape,
Their tune displayed in white harmony.
Eve had one shallow mind,
And a single torn heart.
Divided between the existence,
Of longing and belonging.
To view you next upon a cross,
Would make me most wise,
To be seated cross-legged,
Near your side.
And then, to watch the blood drain,
From daggers between your thighs.
I have been most unkind,
During the onset to revelation,
When Christ offered me one kind word,
To say to love you, upon the day of your death,
Would that be too late, my darling?
The bitter blood as sweet wine,
As rose buds hang firmly on your golden shoulders,
And their thorns have made a crown.
Denial and merriment go well,
Unto the aspect of my cherished Hell.