I press myself to the prismatic Stained-glass

For my cupid's ***** beats like a drum

The choir sang as birds do in June

And God watches like a shadow



If your love is a sin, call me Adam

I wish to see your blue flame eyes

Against ivory whites like Glaciers

You're my siren of the land



You dance through our letters

Like a lonesome ghost of Wilde

I see your body like the sun

Kiss me. Feel my velvet song



Kiss me till I forget the air

Touch me till I feel magma

If hell is destined for me

So let it be. As long as I feel you



Oscula me, stulte

Like you mean it dearly