H e a t h e n   S y m m e t r y
H e a t h e n   S y m m e t r y
H e a t h e n   S y m m e t r y
Dreams of thee
Like leprosy---
A scar on the night,
The screams of a newborn
Shattering all serenity
In esoteric woods
Wild with amnesia and undergrowth,
Withered leaves of requiem
Hissing in the warm breath
Of Zephyrus,
Moths flutter like pale kisses,
The embers
Of my self-destructive alchemy
Not quite extinguished.
And your face,
Eclipsing the Silver Eye,
Your affections
Entwining like ivy around my wrists.
Sleep is stolen from me
Like candlelight,
A torrid river
Seeping from me,
And the stars are frozen tears
That I have yet to weep.
In the valley between your shoulder blades,
Upon your spine I wish to coil
Like ardent poison,
Bleeding serpents of ardor.
The taste of your skin,
The slow death of your embrace...
No longer can the lush wine of the earth
Nor Her healing roots bless the dry wells of my veins.
And never was addiction
So like martyrdom,
A crucifixion
Bearing the weight of my love,
A famine burning for the petrichor when winter melts from your eyes.
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