Bodies made of honey
Souls rebuilding Kubla Khan
Hearts dripping sweetness
Pulsing gold blood through
Endless rivers of piety
Deep in the chasms
Of forbidden fidelity
A dream made and undisturbed
Between the soft and silky folds
Of sinew and quintessence
Along the edge of primrose path
Trembling hands did stich
Vivacity to consciousness
And gods of nectar pith
Did decree no act of love
Even those of
lewd and shameful tendrils
Could be spoken of as a wickedness
Your whispers rapturous delight
Made thunder bloom and devil cry
As your fingers lightning  
Galvanized the rage within the chambers of my heart
As crested waves did beat and pound
The tissue of my temperament
My soul capsized within did drown
And sank through depths unknown to man
A sinuous dance to madness called
And as Eden and leaf do fade and grieve
In this pulsing gold of honeys blood
By Moira I am bound to stay
Eternity a plaything
Of our love
Free to pleasure of endless flow
No thought or act a sin
Worlds collide and every moons heart do palpitate
To watch the stars rewrite the history of flame
As we walk and burn the surface of the sun with our feet
And our bodies cooled by its flickering tounges of fire
Our two hearts forged to one
And beat a song of huricanes
Engulfing and extinguish its blaze to the core
Collapsing the suns immortal heart
Planets swallowed to the vehemence birth of the black hole left behind
And we swim effortlessly from its rend and tear and pull
The universe ours to make a new
Your name makes ever gods lip quiver
And their eyes jealous and envious in heart
And they dare not speak to you as any less than their queen
In this place where you have
Become the beauty and light
And sun and heart
Of love itself
I am no king
Nothing more than
A feeble fool
Under the gaze of
Forevers sunset and eternities sunrise in the infintie blue seas
Choreographed in your eyes
Just a broken toy
Left to the care and disposition of your whim
To be played with
Or left to gather dust on your shelf
Yours and yours alone
Imprisoned in this resin pulse of gold
Favored by fate
To wear these blissful chains
No desire
Other than to walk
Naked through your incandescent souls scintillating luster
My love for you infused to immortality
My heart to suffer
To spare yours pain
My souls black blood and quill
To write song and prose
Of your pure truth bloomed
Here pulsating in honeycomb rivers flow
My entirety burned to this purpose and desire
My only act to walk through these flames
Only existing to be consumed by the blaze
And to live in your fire