you are like a old Gothic cathedral
standing heavy, uninviting yet undeniably luring
your heights are ascended and when I walk into you
I feel overwhelmed, by your detailed corners
your windows that bring light into your
gently smiling darkness
your ashy art mystifies me in a ****** tangent
your ghost stories and dead spirits
the love you have emitted
the love you have forbidden
the souls you have forgiven
the necks you have bitten

your different masks and your musical *****
where all the affairs and making of bodies one have taken place

I wish to breathe it all

I will sit on your empty benches
till you find a way to grace next to me
and place your hand upon my chest
so that I may feel my heart burst beneath your human flesh
you see
I must have this

I must live with you in a place that I know exists
a place that has been in the making for years in my head
I refuse this time, I refuse these people
I refuse to even speak of what society has made itself
the new words, simply will pollute and degrade my poem
of something that is so much higher than where we live now

place your hand calmly in mine
as I watch the entity which lives in your face
give me a sense of re-birth every time I bestow my eyes upon it
you are a riddle, a magnificent opera
you are what makes blood
blood
your are the atoms that make up love
your are the anatomy of every beautiful word
you are the feathers of every raven bird
you are the bed that I rest upon
you are the whiteness in a swan

you are the tragedy in all of the plays
you are the sun and moon of my
days