How long can we last In truly loving contrast? Beauty enshrines the worst defeat Left laying in the cruelest sleep. I am enthroned upon the seat of God, Where dreams are stagnant in dark caress. Your face smiles With gleam for show. I falter in sadness, Dancing low. Love is the open wound Of vein receiving thorn, Of vein receiving syringe, Of vein receiving the glass. I am blue, With shaking legs. I am new, When lost in words Of marriage that never strays From the sadness in decay. Wires come undone Of your sickness in this bliss. Your arms come unwrapped Of this gift you have now opened. Am I a lost sympathy To your faulted empathy?