...Open your eyes, to me.
I want to spiral, around you,
beyond the dark, infinite wall.
I want to transcend, your physical;
to lure you on, and away
into a purple field, of Freyja's daisies
with nimble, metaphysical fingers--
beckoning beyond,
the starry curtain,
of crystalline dreams.
Will you let my arms,
circle your Roman neck,
like verdant vines
and pull you further, in?
Can you feel my smile,
sun the slant,
of your beloved cheek,
and can you photosynthesize
into new life, with me
even as you re-seed, in darkness?
I want to whisper,
sweet words:
devotion, and desire
into the well, of your ear...
until they roar, and pound
with the sacred force,
of white rapids...
swollen to riptides,
in the conch shell,
of your churning mind.
I want to weave, around your flesh
and speak, a love spell
into your shifting, Lycan eyes.
An incantation, that plays,
with the blue ghost, of your flame,
and ignites, the candle of your soul,
on its breathy sighs...
...melodic tones.
There is no heart,
quite like yours.
It pulses, beneath my hand,
like drums, of war.
Gladiator...
take me, to your Colosseum.
I want to wander
the upper echelon,
of its throbbing chambers.
I want to feel you ache, for me
in your left ventricle...
soft, warm flesh,
perfectly preserved, in golden amber.
I want to gaze,
into the blinding sun,
until my eyes, tear...
closer to heaven,
than ever I've been.
Darling, what do you see,
when you look at me?
Salvation,
or ruin?
Vikingr longships...
or Valhalla...?
I pray...that one day...
you will take my soft hand,
into the Titan strength, of yours,
and not perceive it,
as an instrument
in the ruin, and wreckage, of you.
I ardently pray, that, one day...
you'll come, to bathe
in the Baltic blue, of my eyes...
and never fear, again,
that they could drown you.
...Let me take you...home.
