I dress in your silence, I breathe your fear, Each heartbeat closer draws you near. Gold on my fingers, blood in my crown, I lift you up just to drag you down. Desire cuts deeper than any blade, My love, the art of what’s unmade. Your pulse writes sonnets under my teeth, The hymn of life you give beneath. In silk and bone our sins entwine, Your mortal soul now drinks of mine. The mirror cracks, the moon applauds, Heaven averts its tired gods. Kneel for love that will not die, I am the reason angels cry. Desire cuts deeper than any blade, My love, the art of what’s unmade. Your pulse writes sonnets under my teeth, The hymn of life you give beneath. In silk and bone our sins entwine, Your mortal soul now drinks of mine. Your pulse writes sonnets under my teeth, Each breath a psalm, each kiss a wreath. In silk and bone we’re bound divine, Forever yours, forever mine.
