I think about you often and the terrifying depth of your hollow eyes.
I’ve cradled my inflated head in your forgiving hands for many blue moons.
The moons that sing the blues of all my desires…
My emotions run in merciless circles, and fall into a puzzling continuum.
I could tell you a thousand times on the top of a towering mountain peak of your radiant beauty and eccentric bones.
Your whispers spill into fountains of youth, where you gift the most genuine beauty as easily as you take it away.
I watch you wrap my flaws around my neck in a mirror of truth.
I pray to the sky for a cure to this illness…
love…
that cripples my mortality.
I believe that you love me too by the way you wave your finger as I follow into your lair of dark phenomena.
For you, Death, I will give my soul, as long as I have your love.