The way your eyes twitch
In the candlelight
Does not lie.
A million wonders
And I find you here among
A shadow that prays
A million more ways to sunset.
Kiss me at once,
Mold my being with your
Deny not the ghosts of
Preludes past entrance between us.
Let them bloom violently
Until the passion subsides
With the morning seaside
Upon its return home.
War boasts not only for the wicked,
But for the plainsong of the lustful and the restless
Who fight for the tattered shawl that
Love left tied to the rock below,
The one we once thought was immovable
But that now appears to drift a little.