Love's religion,
A shadow for soft eyelids,
Where milk-skin painted miracles,
A faint dawn upon flesh;
A whisper paled, in the cloud light;
Save me...




...Save me sighs pulsate,
Losing breath in the small of her back,
Where the rose petal clings;
A cradled silhouette,
From yesterday;
Hold me...




....Hold me from a distance; as
Sepia eyes watch silently,
This wingless bird, fallen from a shadowed sky,
Those pallid words,
Bleeding beneath skin
So fragile...




....So fragile....
Her dream milk, burning *******;
A cruel arch of desire,
A fevered dance
Searing the grape of his flesh;
Yet, somehow....




...Somehow...
His heartbeat, a red song,
Whispering words unsaid,
Echoes from the distance
As if it were air;

...As if it were air.......