descend

take my hand, a confession

the dark city beneath the well,

is made from bronze & stone,

and if you would consent to madness,

descend into the vague eternal,

seal the weighty envelope, 

press golden wax into your kiss,

with heat like a smooth erotic drug,

against the quiv'ring corners of you lips,

enough to make your heartslow,

I could conjure iv'ry clouds,

to make the sky your ready-canvas,

as your heart with words was ancient cast,

with every love we've ever suffered,

scattered out as stars across the sky,

descend with me,

where they dare not!

let me show you my shaded flight,

the copper inscriptions,

several pagan incantations,

severed silver-song travels out across the void,

for you: notes formed in my once-golden throat,

some razor-sharp, as the edge of the Crescent,

bleeding into my kingdom of dusk,

descend -- here, take my hand.