In prisms of crystal
I have devoted my time etched in
heartbeats to the coldness of
untouchable

The cut of this rose-stain left
me inked in the twilight stages
of immortal as I glimpsed
at the poetry that is you

I wonder..


Each journeys gamble has led
this wanderer closer to heaven
as you are wont to become my
sacrament of now

Your fingerprints to slide mine
on the curve and shadow
of eloquence undenied
bathe me in the rapture
that has been denied lifetimes...


and I quake with ravaged breath
at the forseen future of your covenant

Tell me, these pages of me are naked
waiting for your ink to spill me a story
of desire blended to the drum of
alchemy unleashed

do you now anoint me or do we taste
the moment of rapture in tomorrows kiss?