Monday, April 14, 2014
19 March 2014 ~
Will you still claim to love me
when I am dead and grey?
Will you profess such deep words
when my eyes become white?
My love for you shall remain
blasphemous and smelling of myrrh.
Touch my cheek one last time
before we part; give me something
to hold me when the dawn breaks.
I desire you and am bound to you;
I claim my title of slave with jasmine scented bonds.
Forgive me, dearest, and continue to love me.
Give me thine heart and soul
and shower me with tears
fallen freely and mixed with memories.
Make me say that I want you
with a dying breath scented with dreams
and never let me forget
that it was you who never ceased hating me.