What beauty lies in our brotherhood
in vast kaleidoscope of mornings,
by hunger of truth whenever ended
the daylight we missed in written
mournings;
where our memories now be found
in quite reality's traitor promises;
how crimson bled our kisses before
they melted to sins of frozen fallacies;
come often will you, my brother
never on loneliness, if possible
never on secrets silenced by the nights;
but when this love do seem impossible
for who shall seek, I'd be waiting;
whose visions do glow brighter
than your images within memory
only remembered when we're together;
I couldn't bare, please my brother,
be this passionate for thrilling thirst;
why be together in but whenever,
why fiercely thrust me where it hurts;
you're never mine, that I do know;
only I'm asking your brother touches
why hesitate when done as well,
your sinful lips on mine that matches;
so certain, my dreams cannot
be begging presence of known entity
but yours oh solely, yours so lonely
yours of starlights--crossing destiny;
and certain, my dreams do not
have certainty of knowing thee
but touch and feel me, kiss and kill me,
perhaps my death if that's thy pleased.
