A bee on nectar fields all swimming in your blue lit lip, the music inside
your body moving to your neck a serpent of adrenaline. Pale electric in
every vein to a pale pastel flame; Flush you like a drug at the party. Hold
you still, but you seem to lose blood. Tied to the moon upside down tasting
a bloom of lust too soon. It’s a fear you cannot get out off. Pushed to the
edge you would jump to get out off, a high climax to the stars above the
steady sea rolling towards the shore with wild horses in their stream.
A mirror reflecting you and I, an empty virtue to hurt you. Sweet rose touch
me in your freshest hue, as I watch the colors of love flood through you.
Petal flesh to petal flesh ephemeral moments find their truths. Let Match
bring spring thus far, let death await uproot our youth of love. My honey in
hot water, a diluted embrace falling in deeper than what was meant to be.
And a faithless smile broke our solitudes, that touched one another amalgamating
a structure of pillars holding our hearts besides each other an illusive merging
dream. With your beautiful arms full of flowers, your beautiful hands gripping
the stems, our mortal love a beautiful storm if you kiss me now; The gods will
look down on us, the gods they will envy us.