I gaze into the lapis lazuli embedded behind your eyes
And I read the words that are engraved on its pristine surface
“I hide in the dust of diamonds and bathe in Luna’s glow”
Inscriptions of a fiery passion from the heart of Aphrodite
What deities were praised to conjure such an immaculate apparition?
A vesper turned mortal by the north wind
Gilded in the feathers of seraphs-on-high
And garbed in the fineries of the seventh son of a seventh son
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
I gaze into the lapis lazuli embedded behind your eyes
And I read the words that are engraved on its pristine surface
“I hide in the dust of diamonds and bathe in Luna’s glow”
Inscriptions of a fiery passion from the heart of Aphrodite
What deities were praised to conjure such an immaculate apparition?
A vesper turned mortal by the north wind
Gilded in the feathers of seraphs-on-high
And garbed in the fineries of the seventh son of a seventh son
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