This hysteria, raw desire;
Passion,
distinguished from love,
extinguishing a purity of my own.
Pull me down from the white heavens
away from the angel-headed cherubs,
long-lost devotions…
The tombs of forgotten, unfulfilled desires,
Lay dormant, as you
embraced me with your arms and heart;
showed me kindness, showed me magic…
Yet, the caliber of this soul – trapped,
Weeping at the romance of the streets –
belongs not to a time bygone,
but the shimmering soft peaks
of Today, Tomorrow,
and the glow of the heavy moon.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:35 AM UTC
This hysteria, raw desire;
Passion,
distinguished from love,
extinguishing a purity of my own.
Pull me down from the white heavens
away from the angel-headed cherubs,
long-lost devotions…
The tombs of forgotten, unfulfilled desires,
Lay dormant, as you
embraced me with your arms and heart;
showed me kindness, showed me magic…
Yet, the caliber of this soul – trapped,
Weeping at the romance of the streets –
belongs not to a time bygone,
but the shimmering soft peaks
of Today, Tomorrow,
and the glow of the heavy moon.
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