Love's Agony

You are the long evenings, the deepest night.
Sweet dreams you are not, in your embrace I'm not reborn
the future is bleak.
I know well a night spent with you gives birth
to bitter regrets.

I promise not to seek you won't help,
I love you more than life itself.
The blue hour casts long shadow and I can't
resist its alluring echo.

Our lair is feathers of tenderness,
but thorns of demanding ferocity.

A pact we made in a church, which reeked
of bunt wicks, desiccated roses and the redolence of death.
The name of our love is…Agony, we can't
put stop clawing each other asunder