Your secrets undressed the night;
upon memories like bed of rose
sprinkled under my kisses planted
within your heart of shattered haven,
'twas never near perfection;
but loving never bled this sweet
and wildly snakes in slithering--
relations wrapped in gaze seduction;
ever beauty, won't you breathe
on comfort spaces I've offered you,
before gasping what's freely given
I'm dearly patient underneath;
oh, beloved wingless angel
may constant wishes fly us forth;
with eyes of windows in heated evenings
of kisses only--our binding cord;
kiss me--submissive, sober Satan;
like kissing poetry in autumn fields
where breathing never ever pauses
my blazing redness of sighted blues,
and love me, only love me;
only hurt what's needed hurting;
for I shall love you, only love you;
like no forever holds us certain;
be yours these confessions,
be ours what's in collapsing,
no feathered forces against our lips
but gentle pressure of longing thirst,
for no mortality we're submitted;
only indulgence of destined endings,
thus, what's so blurry narrates your
eyes
shall cleanse our kisses of no pretending.
