Reckless in pleasure,
We held the nights close to our skins,
And fell with the seasons
To the deep core of the moon.
Fathomless tides overtook us,
Carried us far, far from shore,
Into the Ocean of Storms,
Masochists of love, anarchists of fear.
The wild and the human
Hold the dark in common;
Your face is a moon to steer by
In the midnight fury
And your heartbeat
Will lighthouse me home.
Oblivion’s minx,
I spidered the corners of your world
And wove little stars
For the void’s entertainment.
Death sang lullabies
Into the cot,
And nursery rhymes
Appeared in our fists.
No comments:
Post a Comment