I fall for you,
your irises the color of rainy mornings,
your lips weirdly pale as the winter moon.
Watch the pale snow fall, as I meet you at the woods.
Your slender body, curves I trace with my cold fingers,
from the dip of your neck, to the curve of your *******
to the dance of your hip;
I take you all in, like a breath of fresh air after diving in the deep.
Every inch of you is perfect,
so perfect that I map your pale skin
I familiarize myself with its contours,
the trace of your veins like cobbled paths in my beloved hamlet.
Then, the owl hoots, and the jay trills.
We kiss in a manner alien to mortals,
I fill you with my warmth, and you coat me with your chill
We move alongside the music of celestial spheres,
Move, then pause. Rise, then fall.
I cup your ******* as I sigh, the only living sound in the nightly woods.
Sparks exist where there is not;
You are my secret, my treasure from the world's flawed skin.
You are my blessing from the earth, the sweet fruit that bloomed from my wish.
Our clandestine love is undead— no one could **** it.
Not even the smite of angels and the curse of demons shall part our hearts.
My breath quickens,
my blood rises like the tide,
and I see supernovae, blooming deaths of countless stars.
It's as if comets passed and bathed me with their light.
I am blinded.
My breath slowly stills, warmer than morning dew.
You'll always be my secret.
Too bad I dig you up each night.
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 7:29 AM UTC