it is beautiful,
as beautiful as she who gave me
reason to capture its essence in my depth
the way it mingles undyingly and
formidably in the spaces of my mind
betrays the urge
to bathe love in my weeping secrets
I lie alone and consider its touch,
that awful, awful touch that makes perfect sense,
and am comforted that I am certain enough
to know it
my soul is the airy nothing
which gently caresses it back
oh, the darkness.
as beautiful as she who gave me
reason to capture its essence in my depth
the way it mingles undyingly and
formidably in the spaces of my mind
betrays the urge
to bathe love in my weeping secrets
I lie alone and consider its touch,
that awful, awful touch that makes perfect sense,
and am comforted that I am certain enough
to know it
my soul is the airy nothing
which gently caresses it back
oh, the darkness.
the brilliant aspect
that weeps out from his soul
hides in the atmosphere of his eyes
he formulates his gift and
bears his secrets
which beguile
through days and endless nights
that pour sacredly
from the solace of his memory
he can taste the dawn approaching,
curls into the shadows of his chamber
that gently dance
against the wall from candles
flickering their essence
love whispers one last time...
then bleeds.
that weeps out from his soul
hides in the atmosphere of his eyes
he formulates his gift and
bears his secrets
which beguile
through days and endless nights
that pour sacredly
from the solace of his memory
he can taste the dawn approaching,
curls into the shadows of his chamber
that gently dance
against the wall from candles
flickering their essence
love whispers one last time...
then bleeds.
my tears, they fall right from my heart
then weaken me, my love
for all the beauty in your art
that brings me to think of
a time when i could know such things
through softest reverie
and oh, i feel the way you sing
undyingly to me
while in the deepest dark of night
to rid me of my pain
until i know that sweet delight
in finding you again
may touch me once forevermore
for how i need you so
you are the one for whom i pour
the only thing i know
then weaken me, my love
for all the beauty in your art
that brings me to think of
a time when i could know such things
through softest reverie
and oh, i feel the way you sing
undyingly to me
while in the deepest dark of night
to rid me of my pain
until i know that sweet delight
in finding you again
may touch me once forevermore
for how i need you so
you are the one for whom i pour
the only thing i know
oh, with these
intimate gestures
to eclipsing lust
our bare bodies braid...
depthless over
beautiful depthless
in unyielding passion
the waning moon
covers over us
as night beckons for one more
dewy orgasm
lush, in this instant,
is all i yearn to sense,
my love
blanket my yearning
with kisses ever,
ever sweetly
and die with me
in this beauty
as we
inflame
toward
forever
intimate gestures
to eclipsing lust
our bare bodies braid...
depthless over
beautiful depthless
in unyielding passion
the waning moon
covers over us
as night beckons for one more
dewy orgasm
lush, in this instant,
is all i yearn to sense,
my love
blanket my yearning
with kisses ever,
ever sweetly
and die with me
in this beauty
as we
inflame
toward
forever
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