Come hither, dear soul, to the edge of the brine, Where moonlight weeps wine and the shadows entwine. Let the surf kiss your feet, let the stars bend to hear— For I sing to the night, and I know you are near. I’ve watched you from crypts where the roses won’t bloom, From balconies steeped in velvet and gloom. My lips whispered verses to winds that don’t die, And I tasted your name every dusk drifting by. Your heart—oh, it thrums like a symphony red, Each beat is a book I have hungrily read. Shall I press it to mine ‘neath the ebon twilight, And bind it with lace, and with hunger, and bite? So come, darling dreamer, undo your last breath. Lie still in my arms and laugh into death. For eternity’s long, and I loathe being bored— But you? You could be the one I adored…
