what would you bequeath
in fair exchange to have me?
the seraph's sting is much too
changeable as mere crispness
in an eternal kiss
your lips remain far more beautiful,
fruitful, and igniting to the passion
you would once bare in my soul
what would you bequeath,
sweet lover?
your enchantment endures my hell
through the doting covenant
of reverie you created
divinity blooms the silken breath
which breathes into life by desire...
and in that i die --
how i achingly die
please, return with me
to Eden
in fair exchange to have me?
the seraph's sting is much too
changeable as mere crispness
in an eternal kiss
your lips remain far more beautiful,
fruitful, and igniting to the passion
you would once bare in my soul
what would you bequeath,
sweet lover?
your enchantment endures my hell
through the doting covenant
of reverie you created
divinity blooms the silken breath
which breathes into life by desire...
and in that i die --
how i achingly die
please, return with me
to Eden
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