Adoxography

- because not all wounds can be fixed by love and by faith -

and darling you are skin and bone

moulded by sculptures with hands of light

but there is a darkness in your eyes

that not even constellations could fill

and sweetheart I’m a meteor

sculpted to fit the darkest of aches

but there is blood and fire made to kill in me

by the torture of a devils caress

and lover we are moulded by clay and stone

till we should click like a puzzle piece

but sometimes stone can chip and clay can melt

until the moulds do nothing but bleed