composing citys in her singing blood

my bones hunger
for the weave of your sacred flesh

tongue flaying your ribs
as I flick droplets of scarlet
from your singing veins

lapping the dew of your mercurial songs

you taste like pomegranates and honey,
like the infinite stars of the universe
aligning
to shed their light upon a waning moon..

..like twilight cast into the shadows of Hel

where my fingertips skim the streams of your ether
plucking bits of fey melodies half heard
through the veil of divinity's sorrow
sewing seeds of sable roses
among the blasted stones of my requiem 

Muse,
your symphony drives me to blessed madness,
let me drink of your ichor once more
so I may compose marble temples to your celestial ecstasy

written in the blood of your heartbeats
flowing from my serrated quill,
fingers bleeding to paint your visions
across the tapestries of these ivory pages

as I gaze upon your reflection,
the bitter dregs of my eyes
rain upon the spires of your city
flavored with love and lament

for both, we know, 
the walls of your prison are paper thin
and soon you will slip away 
to be hunted again