Amaranthine
He kisses like dark skies
Bewitches with dark eyes
And rains down upon me
A mad, storm-born love.
In the wake of him
I am lost betwixt and between
Reality and the illusions thereof.
He shines with blood and fire
Impels me beyond desire
To a realm out of bounds of mind.
We swell and surge like liquid night
Like life in flight
Expanding
unfolding through space and time.
By savage grace I am free
With feral lust I see
The unabashed violent beauty of the night.
With his touch I am razed
With his breath I am saved
And borne up to soar empyrean heights.
Slowly now I return
As softly drips
My love from ensanguined lips
Finitude as surely evanescent as a dream.
With a kiss he whispers my name
Again, again and yet again
Forever and forever and forever
Amaranthine.
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