The flash of your smile could slit my throat,
and leave me floating in a pool of heaven.
You crush my insides.
But i'd beg for that sweet ache.
The very thought of your lips makes the clouds look,
like foam in a dirty puddle .
And the sun, in your gaze,
looks like impotent flourescence.
I'd sell my own bones,
to make your day pain free.
I'd sell my soul.
If I could share yours with you.
Knowing Angels and Demons were once one,
Makes it easier to bare.
When I see that I am fallen,
and you make God look less bright.
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Odes to the Erotes
PoetryA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
