I will drink from your porcelain lips,
Shatter your breath against hollow-framed ships,
Then watch them sail on intangible winds of our screams;
We’ll ingest on love’s intoxicating dream
Floating above in subtle silk-forms--
I’ll brandish this scheme like a blade as if it’s the norm.
Below I will tell you
the truth is a lie
Simple though
eloquent, it deceives without try.
I’ll send a nightmare to you as a show
Of affection deluding what you already know,
Bequeathing the subtitled air with our soul
Before we split into eternity, deprived being a whole.
With the universe between us we wallow in despair
Because the heartache of soul-mates is far beyond repair.