I am a swaying pendulum
Dangling from your every breath.
I am your natural satellite;
I call to your tides,
For you are my World.
Beloved beyond words,
They could never understand you;
For such sweet darkness
And intimidating sound
As the rhythm of your soul
Soars above humanity.
They fear your presence
The way they fear the face of death;
For you are the dawn,
When the moon still lingers,
A pearl, in the oyster-mouth of the night.
You are there,
In the space between notes,
When the underworld and the sky are one,
And all things lose shape,
Hidden and cloaked
In the belly of the cosmos.
For your skin is like light
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Fleeting, like foam on the sea,
Swiftly passing, untouchable;
I want to catch you in my arms
And taste your sweet breath.
I burn inside myself
When I see your skin,
Like the shy sun of winter;
Your silver-veiled eyes,
Your summer-stained lips.
We will never meet eyes,
Yet in my dreams,
Glass shatters, time overlaps,
And you are mine
For just one moment.
Catching thin vibrations
Distant and ethereal.
To hold them
In your hands, on simple paper,
In the sanguine tears of those
Who could never understand
A language that is only yours,
That even you cannot hear:
An Ode to Joy,
An Ode to Music,
An Ode to Something you'll never have.
Like polymer apples,
Sweet instruments of murder.
Under the perfume of silver bells,
Something carrion, writhing and dead.
My dreams are the color of All Hallows' Eve,
But why do I want something
I could never love?
She was as fair as the fruit of a synthetic winter,
But lacking in sweetness within.
Yet still, he spoke to her in jewels,
And she to him in dust.
He kissed her pearled eyelids,
Wept words of love;
He fell at her feet.
But she chose another,
Made from soil and feathers,
As she was.
He cleaves the silent vortex with joyous requiem.
His voice, like a honeyed breath of lapis lazuli dawn.
His eyes are brazen mars,
Hands of silver,
Lips of opium.
Crafted of fire, he weaves the path,
Through the maze of mortal sorrow.
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Show me disdain, o sweet macabre,
And I will rain kisses like knives upon thee;
I will bring to life the hungry earth thou walkest upon with impassioned tears.
Thou art as beautiful as thou art distant,
As cruel as thou art desired.
Hearken, and beware,
The curse of my vengeful romance.
You are my treasure, coveted as joy. Arteries of gold lie upon your face, threads of frozen sunlight. Scars drawn by jealous hands, shards of empyrean beauty. I long to hold you, to possess you, to explore you; it is an incandescent need. For every crack in your marble-fair skin, white as the sky before rain, is what makes you my beloved.
Look what they've done to you now.
Your body burns like the texts of a heretic,
Stretched, as undried amber, over the device of mundanity.
Who weeps for you now,
But I, with tears like swords,
Carving helices of vengeance upon my face?