January 19, 2011
Infinite ever
There's no sad ending,
souls can not be contained where we dwell
its the passages we remember......
and the music coming from the distance
scratchy and broken still lingers
holds and stays, coagulating to
crystal, as sharp as your teeth
so I can hear the music as we dance
and you tear my skin and flesh
till blood paints my shoulders
your lips teeth and mouth
and how you hold me
in your mouth and throat
my essence as it slides down
in you, the music plays in you
where is safe for an infinite ever
Posted by Idinraha at January 19, 2011 11:10 AM