Those stones around Us, in the wastes Seem to be alike my arms Pulling you down for the taste. A gravitating grasp, is the entirety of Saturn With scents visible for the air, Inextinguishable for their lasting Through our merged stares, In love, without makeshift care. I find you visible for my form, Your words dressed the bandages, torn With eyes upon the settling horizon That views one rising Monarch. I simply cannot say Which face has its way Of the moon, nor of my own, When waters are pulled of you, A tide taken of the ocean. Droplets see themselves Wetting my drowning face. Visibility is a must, Your form is not yet dust, As I blow out the candle to the right of us, Douse the lights that did not rust. Our sun is the shining moon, Offered through your ivory face. Glimpses, among shades That fold my mind against your heart. You seem to sustain this When gravitating arms embrace your waist. I thin the thorns To a mere pencil mark Upon the outline of your breasts, Upon the burn of my caress, When fire lands against one frozen heart, Though I've no fuel for a true start, To the now when I know Your body has been on the cart Of dead embers.