Beyond the time to whichWe’ve found it needed to feel,I seem bold enough to love you,In all that has come upon you.There are tragedies so uncertain,And fates so entwined,That I feel a simple need, or simple pleasure,In kissing you, with all kisses never offered. What…
I fall between two stems,Where petals grow upon the inside,And feel warmth that burns throughThe emptiness I’ve long gathered. Petals, I’ve gathered,And thorns I’ve grown.Some tune of a Devil’s defeat,Upon a man’s last word. I blew the kiss that would hit the flame,And she mocked…
A woman’s heart is to me, the cherished stone. I walk from where I sat, to her face, and bury only myself in her tears. They come out from dark eyes as sweet to taste, for she is happy! Happiness! So alien was the word,…
Find me where wine surrounds,An airport and its buzzing engines.Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,Find faces to feel their praise.I will love until eternity is torn apart,We will love until paradise is what surrounds,With violet scents,And beauty’s dose of awe. Safety…
I fell beside thee,And formed for us, quilt made of romance.I love all that you are, of all eyes made to be orbs,For the future’s peering, into its watery distance.We sail in our fear,And quake beneath tears,Oh, how terrible are the stars under your eyes,You’ve…
Oh, when you’ve begun to weep in the sickness
Of your unending pain.
What embrace can I offer,
Different from the last?
What kiss may I give,
More compassionate than the former?
Let fall what water will drop to taste,The shadow from a woman’s edgesTo blue eyes within a puddle of ivory.I feel from them, the ripples of despair,The love we behold, is a pain of memory,Love has been bridged,Over cherished hills of cherry tops.Above a breast…
Your rarity, on thine loving lips, Lay kisses, upon where I sit, Go crawl in misery, on death ships, Bask in embers, of fires lit. I would watch, those hands, cover tears, To imitate, a sleeping body, You could face, the dawn as night, Sink…
Of eye and iris, combined,I combed the earth, to then find those pair,Dipped in honeydew and nectar alike,Stark against pallid skin and reddened cheeks,As thy making were by God’s artisans. Your eyes, and the cries you emit,By the graces of angels,By the disgrace of my…
“Her pain was her illness, and now love showers over it like droplets of crimson, turning it brighter and brighter. Beauty is in love as death is in rest. They are both at rest, during this moment, when they take into each other the scents that will feed from the next.”
