Way Ward

To Seduction And Destruction

You were promised pain
And you turned pain into poetry.
And I promised to read each and every one of them.
To get intimately acquainted with every bruise of your heart.
I let you kiss the lips,
They go to wars to see a smile from.
And I let you touch me,
To know my crevices better than I did.
To make love to my scars.
I let you trace the geography of stars on my skin,
And I let you make me shiver and moan with pleasure.
I let the silk and satin slither down my skin like snakes
And I stood in glory and let you worship me.
We danced like poetry in motion.
As if being two was not enough
And we had to merge into one.
I craved you like dark habits
And you tortured me exquisitely,
Like venomous bites.
So I made you ache for my touch.
You said I was perfect
But darling, perfection is a tragedy:
And wild things like me don't like being perfect.
We choose chaos and desire destruction.
So we carve our hearts out and give them to each other
Like a promise to be kept in secret
And refuse the world any explanation for our dripping blood.
And taste honey and nectar from each other's lips
Colour each other black with sin.
Break vows like trust and belief.
You are music and art and literature.
You are both my faith and oath.
And my temptation.
You are invory statues and jaded shades
You are a paradox,
So familiar yet so strange.
I didn't know how you were made up by the cosmos.
We build up like crescendos
And came crashing down from the pinnacle.
Nature has its wonders and universe has its own.
But I have you and that is no less than a miracle.