I think about you often and the terrifying depth of your hollow eyes.
I’ve cradled my head in your forgiving hands for many blue moons.
The moons that sing the blues of all my desires…
My emotions run in circles, falling into a puzzling continuum.
I could tell you a thousand times on the top of a mountain peak of your radiant beauty and nimble bones.
Your whispers spill into fountains of youth, where you gift the most genuine beauty as easily as you take it away.
I stare into the reflection of you wrapping my flaws around my neck in a mirror of truth.
I pray to the sky for a cure to this illness called love-
obsession:
It cripples my mortality. 
I believe that you love me too by the way you lure me into your lair of dark phenomena.
For you, Death, I will give my soul, as long as I have your love.


© 2016 D.M.V