The sunrise casts its hues upon the white canvas of your flesh
My joy and sorrow mingle as our fingers mesh
Your arsenic lips taste sweet at first touch
My love smothered yet still abrupt
The cherish-able words escape my lips at random moments
Depending on my state and emotional descendants.
Your raven mane wild and soft in the light
Stars glitter throughout the silk; reminders of twilight
You brush your lips against my cheek
Refusing to allow my pain to seep
Questioning your honor as you hold me in your arms
I have made myself vulnerable and have finally been disarmed.