you were summer to my heart
and tasted like the first day of spring.
the air was saturated with prayers and dreams
and for once I truly believed Heaven still exists.
where the sun was born
and the gods fell from grace
thousands of miles away
I am still yours,
and you are still mine,
we have more than just a night.
teach me what desire’s about,
make me your celestial creature,
consume me until death do us apart.
silk sheets burst into flames
blood drops of a victimless crime
devour me with your ruby gaze
pray on me one last time.
at dusk we meet again
longing for a hand to hold
book another petty room
thinking we’ll build a home.
I don’t need you to like my poems.
I need words to cut open your skin,
verse to rip through your caged heart
and, when all metaphors will disappear, ravens will wine and dine on your spine.
soft hands choking me to my infinite end cracked lips brushing my lifeless face
such heavenly way to descent
by the hand of a treacherous angel God sent.