By the horizon sits a man of silver,
Unsullied by the tarnished ghosts buried in the sand.
He softens the memories that cling to my broken touch
And adorns me with the breath of a thousand brilliant moons.

Let me swim in the silver man,
Let his skin sculpt oblivion into me.
Bathe in the softness of his scintillating reverie
As my soul dances in the elixir of his kiss.

His shadows cradle the valley.
A gradient echo caressed by twilight.
His light, drawn by the moon, teases the summit.
He melts into the river of a flow forged divine,
and rises from the fertile soil of my seed bound by sublime.
My old wounds, sacred and scarred, flourish in an orchid of stars.
As sunlit pheromones, ember-clad sparks, seek my shimmering marks.

The silver man swims in me.
His soul—
Sparkles under my tears.
And as he glides upon my delicate whimpers,
He drinks from the plume nestled between my eyes.

By the horizon, I sit — adored in flesh.
Born of radiant bruises and solemn breath.
My touch gilded in silver-bound ribbons.
Whispering the joy of collapsing suns.

Entwined with the lover I envision.

O' mother, my mother,
Do you weep for my sins?
Your tears fall asunder,
Seeps through my fickle skin.

Cleanse this pitiful fool,
Poignant rain bleeds the soul.
Forgive my star-scorned blood,
and banish your bastardly son.

Accursed flame,
Your tender warmth I despise.
O' accursed flame,
Your maddening chaos only blinds.

Let it be me,
That bears this blasphemous brand.
Let it be me,
That wears these golden alloyed eyes.

If I must be born to this curse,
Let me be the king of curses.
If I must be sentenced to this torment,
Let me wield every suffering moment.

I will rise from ash,
and conquer this fate.
I will emerge victorious,
Amidst these deceitful eyes.
I will burn with passion,
Each gilded and impudent throne.
And bring chaos to a new order —
A world enraptured by thy accursed flame.

Our heartbeats pulse along tin can threads,
The tension creaks from plush whispers.
Yet it never snaps,
It never stops.
A gentle tether entwined in memory.
Thorned flames that dance in shared reverie.

A bond forged from iron rain,
An embrace caressed by weeping vines.
The stars bathe them in melancholy,
and the moon showers them in lullaby.

Distant shores swell with passion,
Lone sailors build their courage.
A tranquil eye sees their devotion,
Bravery rocked by fear of emotion.

Bleeding desire binds them,
Their yearning drawn taut.
Twin flames in a delicate dance.
Their longing —
Falls short.

Those words you spoke,
Solemn and soft,
Caressed my supple heart,
And ignited it into desire.

I felt your touch peer through the cracks.
Your love whisper through the gaps.
I saw your eyes shimmer in the shadow.
Your warmth glimmer in the cold.

I came running to that door —
The one you opened just for me.
All alone with your lingering touch,
Held by the softness of my reverie.

And now my love burns fiercely.
Setting fire to that solemn door.
The frame splinters my tender hands,
Bleeding now — for my own flesh and bone.

Teetering moons linger on the edge.
The desolate expanse cowers in fear.
Outside, an observer that refuses to intervene.

A wailing silence is born in the void.
It's screams descend into a chasm of chaos.
No more can I bear witness to the damnation.

The stars have sewn their eyes shut.
Condemning fate to an eternal madness.
A sorrowful ache burrows into my womb.

Everything yearns for my tenderly solace.
Their patience bound in endless slumber.
My children are born to chaos, forevermore.

Time, imbued in an infinite memory.
Grows beyond distant eons —
And consumes existence itself.