At night my eyes do bleed into the undercove
Such clouds of darkened ichor mask my vision
I saw the great respite wherein you bode
took hands upon your form and shouldered myriad of blight
Spat then a tongue into my mouth
though it was not your own
as your apparition, dense, did disappear
I came to know the truth with clarity
for you were never here
in that dream did I call dear
to your admittance lost
For she came to fill the void
in faces squat upon the isles
when I was sat there on the floor
only one was nearer to my truth
In the beveled floor
I saw motion
in the map of self
a shroud of stars
For what is worth beguiled?
For what is measure spent?
Beseech my innocence
nostalgic loss of breath
Love is not a thought
and not a dream
It is the sleeping mind’s
one haven in the dark
I woke
to you beside me
speaking cheerfully of days unworn
readily acceptable
there to be adorned
In our unity
a dance
which grants me levity
as we romance
an absence of the ****** past
as pains should die again
where we go forth
in union
with our star gate skies
not alien or human
having not a guise
simply We
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
At night my eyes do bleed into the undercove
Such clouds of darkened ichor mask my vision
I saw the great respite wherein you bode
took hands upon your form and shouldered myriad of blight
Spat then a tongue into my mouth
though it was not your own
as your apparition, dense, did disappear
I came to know the truth with clarity
for you were never here
in that dream did I call dear
to your admittance lost
For she came to fill the void
in faces squat upon the isles
when I was sat there on the floor
only one was nearer to my truth
In the beveled floor
I saw motion
in the map of self
a shroud of stars
For what is worth beguiled?
For what is measure spent?
Beseech my innocence
nostalgic loss of breath
Love is not a thought
and not a dream
It is the sleeping mind’s
one haven in the dark
I woke
to you beside me
speaking cheerfully of days unworn
readily acceptable
there to be adorned
In our unity
a dance
which grants me levity
as we romance
an absence of the ****** past
as pains should die again
where we go forth
in union
with our star gate skies
not alien or human
having not a guise
simply We
