Movement in the eyes,
Waiting upon the deathbed
For the burial of a certain seed
To raise you, in these arms,
Giving you never to afterlife
While love undresses you next to me,
Among bleeding auras.
For wounds we close,
For eyes that no longer see,
For faces drowned in the symptoms
Of fervor through to ecstasy.
While eyelids can block the sun
As I am upon you,
Our closeness is together with the moon
Finding an openness to lift us higher,
Your lips marry the white
Among all sounds and wickedness.
I hold your heart upon my tongue,
As you weep through the fog
In this devilish embrace.