Garments unfold Upon the tracing of your naked outline, While you hold out your hand As I hand you a kiss. My love, breathe your desire to reach the Heavens, For my longing is just. As the serpent can coil about our colors Frozen in shape, within the frame, We can peer, we can spy Each other in our elegant pain. We are, as we must be The crudest form of delicacy. I love you, without a heart, For such has been stolen by art. You are merely the glimpse Upon the page, Unwilling to age As I capture your stillness, in awe. Garments Fold evenly on the odd floor Where your grace is leveled upon, For all that I wield, I do adore. There is a parlor, As there is the shower Of emotions from a limitless fire That leaves us scarred, as we soar higher. Dance to it, The beauty that merges itself with the radiance Of a thousand blinding eclipses. Speak to it, The world that moves in silence For two birds who have forsaken themselves.