I know it’s not love
but you can rise the ghost
of my dead heart
and set fire to the dormant blood
below my skin
and though I will never feel
the warmth of your breath
along my neck
I will hear your name
in the echo of things unspoken
in languages only heard
in forbidden realms
where sin and love
have no shame
and pleasure is the only prayer
for fools who dare get lost
in the dark pools
of the pupils of your eyes
and find themselves carved
and inlaid into the eternal beauty
that can only be found in you