Love is in the air,

for I’ve bitten your lip,

your blood flows,

falls, scrolls,

drowning my tears

in your gown of thorns

 

Love is in my step,

for I’ve kneeled before you

your outstretched arm

gently caressed

my virgin head

 

Love is beneath you,

I sit worshipping

between your legs

panting like a wet black dog

from across the Styx

 

Love is stolen,

straight from the cabinet

wooden ornaments misplaced

silent souls escaped

my heart pounds for you

 

Love is lost,

I shrivel in the light of the day

dust is what I become

as you forbid me to love you

with a thickness of gore

in the wound under thy breast

 

Love has died,

your soft skin never against mine

I fade into the darkness

the downward spiral of the abyss

never to love

 

 

© 2005 David Greg Harth

05.04.22.04:32:58@296NYC