At night my eyes do bleed into the undercove

Such clouds of darkened ichor mask my vision
I saw the great respite wherein you bode
took hands upon your form and shouldered myriad of blight

Spat then a tongue into my mouth
though it was not your own
as your apparition, dense, did disappear
I came to know the truth with clarity
for you were never here
in that dream did I call dear
to your admittance lost

For she came to fill the void
in faces squat upon the isles
when I was sat there on the floor
only one was nearer to my truth

In the beveled floor
I saw motion
in the map of self
a shroud of stars

For what is worth beguiled?
For what is measure spent?
Beseech my innocence
nostalgic loss of breath

Love is not a thought
and not a dream
It is the sleeping mind’s
one haven in the dark

I woke
to you beside me
speaking cheerfully of days unworn
readily acceptable
there to be adorned

In our unity
a dance
which grants me levity
as we romance
an absence of the ****** past
as pains should die again
where we go forth
in union
with our star gate skies
not alien or human
having not a guise
simply We