Draw yourself
With a knife,
Broken of strands to your velvet,
And extend your purity to where I might see
The lust that shines,
Between pillars of ecstasy.

Your face,
A cold reflection
In the mist.
Your eyes,
Glowing raindrops
Of venom.
What wields thee,
Besides me,
Over your blessed symmetry?

Life takes a toll
Of death, away from you,
To the parts where you hold your breath
Of sweetness, in this shower
To your shore.

Dance there,
Lover of much to bare.
For the pain you hold in heart,
I will catch of breast,
To start
The journey of where
We never part.