Your love shines emerald,
Green vines woven into a prosperous veil
Brimming with vitality, hearth and sorrow
Flowers hiss from the thorns
Buried deep in your pitiful veins
Gushing with love, your aura shines
Exalted.

Your love shines the color of wind,
Breezy and hollow,
Shroud of tangible cries,
The shrieking sorrow of banshee’s
Gushing from your veins, the crimson sunset
Turns you tumbleweed golden.

Bring me the sun, O’ exalted lover. Your heels taste of brimstone, my tongue hisses from the sweltering heat. Blisters ooze sanguine goop, plastering my tongue disfigured, acidic tar devouring my flesh. Yet however much melted flesh may drip from my porcelain bones, I keep pulling myself deeper into the vice of your love. And so, I melt. Becoming eerily disfigured, you sculpt the hazardous puddles of flesh into figures far too divine, not even Aphrodite herself could reject such an offering.

The starry sky had engulfed in me in its embrace, leaving my skin pickled in porcelain frost. Floating in the abyss, stars swarm to my touch. Fleeting warmth is merely inches from my fingers, your love is merely inches from my tongue, his hands are merely inches from my thighs. The sky split, separating the tainted from the unloved.

The Sky God, Boreas, he cries rivers of gold. Intertwined with the cosmos, the echo of such a deity lays aloof in the nebula. His whispers sprawl between planets, looping back around through earth and leaving me awe struck. Feeling his words lick at my skin, burn at my flesh, peel away my bones..Reminds me of the way you cried. You drowned me in salty, fresh water; leaving my skin pruned from the river.

Odd how reminiscent your love is to the tears of god. Pounding
Loudly
Through my heart,
You’ve left me dauntless
Beneath the proud, rising sun.