Onyx

There is a blanket of darkness
The stars have veiled their luminescence
This is our hold over the universe
There is a blanket of darkness
Our passions are naked underneath
Shall I make love to you, my love?
My words a wild caress undressing your thoughts
It’s a do till you die, a sigh till you cry
I’ll make you bleed cobalt blue
With my lips as I kiss
The parting through which
Countless affections you utter
In this velvet blackness where we stumble
And I am awakened when you stutter
Should I show you, my love?
The parts of me etched in onyx
Writhing lamentations of an undead romance
I’d ask you to be my mosque, to be my church
But no, no
Be my burial ground
Bury your all in me and when death does us part
I’ll be lowered into your soft earth
Going to sleep, cradled
In your arms
So shall I make love to you, my love?
A stroke here of neon and one there of pastel
Till dawn is over shock and amazement
To shine its first on our tangled existence
So look, my love, behold our magnificence
There’s a blanket of darkness
So much of us naked underneath
Rampant and raw, a rumble of hidden constellations
Buried between the spaces
Unable to be told apart, as yours or mine
Throw back your head
There are places of you that haven’t felt me yet
The curve of your neck
Is inviting my verses to take it in
So, shh, my love
We’re just getting started

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