She is the shadow that hangs around my door, who's memories are counted in wine bottles dressed by the winter sun.
She is sweetness and pain, both beautiful and broken both complete and incomplete in her beauty.
And I surrender.
Her deepest desire, her happiest Herod that dwells in crystal coves and voluminous virility now spun as golden spiders webs where my love lies, sterling.
There, in your grass a personal criminal writes a holocaust to culture. He spins the Atomic clouds around mycological skeletons who hold constellations in their time scarred jaws.
And there we were, the seekers of a golden dream my mouth fell on yours, and you took me in.
Humanity is a bloodbath, that takes you in. The realization takes you by surprise and we kiss ****** roses.