You left black lipstick stains on the soul of my sins
and my heart beat heavy and loud
with thunder at just the thought of your hand in mine
and I was tangled in time
and stretched beyond the boundaries of love
and swept off to a sea of tremulous lust
and I drowned in the ache to feel the sweet taste
of the dreams tattooed over your milky way skin
and you were there in the middle of a restless night
a scattering of stars singing the perfect lullaby
to ease my troubled mind
and paint new meaning into the void of my existence
and the curves of your hips hide their own private privilege
of blissful pleasures that could consume me
to be forever lost to dance in the madness
of the flames of carnal acts
and yet it was the something more
swirling in the cosmic awareness
in the colors in your eyes
that trapped me in the web of the true beauty
you wear beneath your flesh and bones
and it is here in the raw essence
of the flickering flashes of lightning
illuminating the heart within your soul
that I can see the promise of paradise
that has eluded the words of fire burning poetry
and brought the devil down from his throne
to weep openly on his knees
and beg to once again know
the nirvana of heaven
with no earthly binds
and it is here that I find myself in longing
and desperation
to taste the black lipstick of your sin
and to know the beauty of love
That lives only in the illustration
Of your tattooed heart