I want to raze the villages, The vicinities, The fortresses of royalty, The landscapes of your body, And build the altar of my heart, Of sweat, of six Labors, As a captive Of this love.*
The pull of her lips Is what is keeping the mind And my docile heart apart, As this puzzled soul Weakens by the minute, Trembling into a glorious moment, Steadying to a cold close As an imminent memory, Statuary, Barely, Kissing back.*
I patrolled the heavens of her stars, The little lightyears, their folds, Lightly, with my lips, as I took A handful of celestials, Of one of her two Twin galaxies.*
Shelter your frailty into the open. Protect it from your lungs, your soul, your *******, Your curved bones and apprehensions. I say release and decompress. Forsake the dangers in your chest And love me.*
I will embrace this night and ratify our love, Expand the Universe. I shall lather the oldest stars at your body, Imagine they were true fruits to be kissed, And slither to the tree of your touch.*
