Temple of HIMEROS

Humble your bones. We were meant to love and to be loved, to run away from new imitations. To see through gazing eyes wistful in a breeze is an endless blessing. Life had plans for us, but the seeds we planted returned with sour words, and only God knows I have longed for this moment. Truth in vacant eyes, idle and black. I finally see your pulsating face is brighter than any moon and I submit to you. I drink your words and they're sweeter than honey. Decomposing in bath salt. Your brazen attitude melts into my pores, invigorates my belief that we were meant to be. Lovers in harmony. One hundred years ago you lived like a fierce warrior, talking about black night skies, how the sky is romantic, not hopeless. It contains a multitude of endless dreams, precious stones. Modicums of Delilah wilt in the wax of meadows. Fingertips burning with pure sensations. Snowdrops on a cool morning linger on like speckles of dust vapour, brushing along the cobblestone. I think about your dick inside me, I think about you getting hard and I practice my lines. I remember the days that are gone, telepathic magic suspended in time. I speak softly. I breathe in white lines and turn thoughts into clay.  

 

love                                                          

desire                                                                                                                                

sex                                                                                                                              

pleasure                                                                                                                      

fantasy.