Dark Muse
09-20-2013, 12:04 AM
The Art of Love
I inhale your scent
it contains
the essence
of your soul.
As you sleep
I am the gatekeeper
guarding your dreams.
My fingers
quiver like drawn bow strings,
wanting, yet fearfully
to touch.
How strange
you seem so fragile
in these moments.
When I dissolve
within your arms,
I know unequivocally
that nothing in the world
can touch me.
I know there are
monsters I cannot see
but invisibility
does not make them invincible.
I will venture
into those places
beyond physicality
that seem so unattainable.
For you I can deny
all laws, and do
what cannot be done.
On your lips
is a taste of honeyed wine
which intoxicates.
You may be
my warrior priest
but I become dreamwalker
I am the nightmare
haunting your demons.
Love means
the willingness
to go to war against
all possible worlds
just to keep that one
beautiful heart still beating.
I inhale your scent
it contains
the essence
of your soul.
As you sleep
I am the gatekeeper
guarding your dreams.
My fingers
quiver like drawn bow strings,
wanting, yet fearfully
to touch.
How strange
you seem so fragile
in these moments.
When I dissolve
within your arms,
I know unequivocally
that nothing in the world
can touch me.
I know there are
monsters I cannot see
but invisibility
does not make them invincible.
I will venture
into those places
beyond physicality
that seem so unattainable.
For you I can deny
all laws, and do
what cannot be done.
On your lips
is a taste of honeyed wine
which intoxicates.
You may be
my warrior priest
but I become dreamwalker
I am the nightmare
haunting your demons.
Love means
the willingness
to go to war against
all possible worlds
just to keep that one
beautiful heart still beating.