Of two petals against warmest fragrance,
As I bead in a furnace,
Carving my marks into your flesh.
Is radiance against the apocalypse’s playground,
Feeding me temptation.
Once, your lips were no more than silent.
In the dreams,
Where your growth arises,
Where your scent roars through this night.
The nylon, about the stems
Rising to meet Heaven,
Rising to feel the sun.
I take you
Beneath sheets to cover this night.
I breathe you
For the fog that is smoothed
Over your eyes,
Blotting your cries.
I will kiss the scars to be healed,
I will set this love to be sealed.