Start drinking The solace, with the air of your breathing As Heaven rips away from your throat, Coated with the silver of the moon. I have come as the groom, With you, the bride, Holiness has reprieved loneliness As circles surround fingers, Gold and timeless. I want to cry All the words in my language, That of the one, Of intimate gladness. Words that are loosened from melted lips, While hands are held with an angel's twisting wings Made as the marble palms Not to slip free, the me from the forever. My eyes see the woman for my adoring. When we are locked away, Let loose the garments that flood the room With a scent, buried in flesh that has met the summer Winds, in the heat of a hundred breezes. You are, Without one doubt The creation of God, himself. Come to rival the angels, around, For they will gaze with envy. All that I see Is the world I want to be Staying within, In your heart that shelters me In the redness of a world that never absorbs Any sadness, any sorrows, any mention of pain. My fingers stab like glass The flesh of my own To see all I have honed, for you to grasp.