I lie, marked and scarred forever
through the fatigue of life
my hands of golden-orange, an aged crimson
these bloodied hands, touched your forehead
in my despair
leaving the utile sign present, right above your eyes
a rising incarnadine pearl, rising and running over
overflowing with reconjured blood
burning inside my being, and I am whole again

through a familiar mantranized hymn
the union is made true once more
revisiting all of you that I see:
eyes, dead and dry as mine
yet they possess windows to the only thing that ever lived
and overlapping those deep blue nooks
where you lie in wait
is a waterfall of stained white
flowing beauty to the waiting rocks, singing a rythmic static
not heard, rather seen in your glowing hair
running down your back and caressing your shoulders
your skin: softer even than your enchanting voice
beyond fair, a world lives beyond the flesh
blue and red branches stretch to unite a multiverse
pulsating systematic'lly

my gossessent avatum
i'll always burn for more sweet wordsi'll see you around, my love
we are not of our own, but of each other........