Let me map the constellations
in your soul.
And inhale the dark abyss
that deftly wounds.

To leave my princess white as snow.
Mighty wings to soar,
above and beyond
heaven's door.

Her body as unforgiving fire
pulls my heart upon her altar.
Makes me promise I can suffer
the ecstasy of wounded lovers.

In her womb I sympathize
with angels that have learned to fly.
But I have cut my wings away
to lost within her beauty stay.