I crawl atop,
And I falter beneath,
The swimming tears in eyes of emerald,
Your face is the picture of immaculacy,
In this dreaded room.
Come kiss me, beloved,
With all your majestic might,
This future has never been doomed,
Because, as I see above,
I see also the night.
I see the stars and their infinity,
The light that beams upon the back of your scalp,
Is mine for consumption,
As you say,
“Let us pray to a love made of fire,
Forged in our awakening to its light.”
Of night that grants us power of might,
There is to our passion,
The fires that caress, and cleanse the fright.
Your nakedness is a grail of wine,
Sweet with taste, as all is mine,
Bitter in the taste of Autumnal frost,
And sweet in the taste of November showers,
Of sweetest tears, and bitter blood,
You are beautiful, dear one,
I hold you in greatest esteem.