dear
You're my dream....
I dreamt of you
nothing perfect could be real
beyond my grasp
you'll only be gone
The sweetest pleasure is....pain
To breathe in your presence
be intoxicated by your scent
I am blind
only able to see through your touch
you soothe the savage thought
assuage the mind
The wind pulls clouds across the moon
but your light heats the coldest room
I know tenderness
it rises from the ashes of aching
so this caress becomes smoother than silk
of pure mana
because it was wrought from living anguish
These tattered veins are dry
a wounded animal in some hit and run
that will never approach the road again
Somebody has to lose
be torn apart time after time
agony's constant rhyme
Don't dry these tears, they're not real
I can't know that sensation anymore
It's like writing on the surface of a lake
A taste of you burns through my desire
sets these senses aflame
the pulse boiling
Would you tremble if I touched your lips
or run from yourself like a scared child
Kiss away unseen hurt
upon this weary heart
would you....if I told you
that forever your soul would scar
your very self, burnt with an intensity
you never imagined real
Could you ever be mine....
Would you survive?
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d.esire e.xceeds a.ny r.eason
There is naught which inspires more absolutely
Than desire for One who walks in Beauty.
this..
disturbingly beautiful..