Sweat rolls down my back and my stomach swirls in agony Oh that I am ill for you Sick for your pleasure My sweet lilac lady, purple princess of the pyre Where my body burns and buzzes for your gentle love
Bane of the wolf and you chase the creature from my heart I snap my teeth no more The hood of the holy brother who looks over me But you are the one divine
I cannot move for your care, numb of mind to your affection Delicately lulling me into restfullness
And oh! There is pain And I am frozen in place
But you sing my softly to sleep
My lips fail and stutter as you halt me in my breath I am halfed now, never complete You my other part, my other half Stealing away my soul from the pit of my lungs Your astounding beauty takes over me and I am gone on you Gone for you
And I drift- drift away with
My darling aconite who stays with me till the end
Just some practice, as opposed to anything particular inspired. I haven't written in a while and I've been reading some older poetry so the tone here is a little different than I'm used to, a little aged maybe? Anyhow, I hope you like it.
I suggest looking up 'chinese aconite' if you want to figure out just how uncreative I was with more than half of this.