𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐗

I write to you in candle’s hush,
          Where night unfolds in silver blush.
          Sleep has left, my heart’s refrain,
          Your name, your breath, your touch remain.
          
          The stars are ink upon the skies,
          Yet none can trace your midnight eyes.
          I shape you out of light and air,
          But shadows whisper you’re not there.
          
          The wind that slips through broken panes
          Is whispering your name in chains.
          It curls against my weary chest,
          But brings me neither peace nor rest.
          
          The pillow holds a hollow space,
          Where once I traced your sleeping face.
          Now only echoes, soft and low,
          Remind me of the love I know.
          
          I count the hours, one by one,
          Until the night gives way to sun.
          Yet even dawn, with golden light,
          Won’t chase you from my soul’s deep night.
          
          My love, you haunt the hours deep,
          A longing far too fierce for sleep.
          Each heartbeat hums a quiet plea:
          Return, return, come back to me.
          
          The moonlight weaves you into air,
          Your voice, your touch - you’re everywhere.
          I reach, I call, but silence stays,
          A ghost of you in sleepless haze.
          
          If only night could hear my cries,
          Or steal the sorrow from my eyes.
          But no, it keeps me bound and true,
          A poet lost, awake for you.
          
          I do not sleep, I do not wake,
          I drift between for longing’s sake.
          For only one thing calms my chest
          Your voice, your arms, your heart… my rest. 
          
          So take these words, my weary sighs,
          Press them soft against your eyes.
          And if you dream, please dream of me,
          For I am yours eternally.

Oh, woe is me, a love-sick fool!
          Drenched in your spell, I drown, I drool!
          My heart is lost, no map, no guide,
          For every thought leads back to you, my bride!
          
          The moon sighs jealous of your glow,
          The stars blink twice to watch you go.
          The sun itself just weeps in shame,
          For it can't match your golden flame.
          
          I swear, my love, it's quite absurd:
          You speak, I melt at every word!
          You smile, my knees forget their job,
          You touch me, I'm a hopeless blob!
          
          My friends all laugh, they shake their heads,
          "He's lost, he's doomed!" - or so they said.
          They do not know the spell you weave,
          The way you breathe, the way I grieve,
          
          For every second spent apart
          Is misery upon my heart!
          I toss, I turn, I swoon, I ache,
          I scribble sonnets till daybreak!
          
          I'd climb the sky, I'd kiss the ground,
          I'd chase your shadow round and round!
          I'd fight the wind, I'd bribe the sea,
          To bring you one step closer to me!
          
          Oh, love, I've lost my mind, it's true!
          I curse the days I lived without you!
          What was I then? A ghost? A shade?
          A fool who'd never loved nor prayed?
          
          But now my fate is sealed and spun,
          You are my moon, my stars, my sun!
          No cure, no hope, I'm doomed, it's true!
          Forever lost in love with you.
          
          (That was 1/2)

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
          Uh huh, that's right
          Darling, you're the one I want, and
          I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
          Uh huh, that's right
          Darling, you're the one I want

My heart beats soft beneath your name,
          A whispered song, a flickering flame.
          The stars grow jealous, dim and cold,
          For in your eyes, the night is gold.
          
          Your touch is ink upon my skin,
          A story where our souls begin.
          Each moment, stitched with threads so fine,
          Your hand in mine, your lips on mine.
          
          The moonlight hums a lover’s tune,
          And wraps us close beneath its rune.
          No time, no space could pull apart
          The echoes of your voice in heart.
          
          If fate should steal you from my sight,
          I’d chase you through the endless night.
          For love like ours, so pure, so true,
          Is written in the stars anew.
          
          I'm forever yours, in dusk, in dawn,
          My love, my heart, my endless song,
          My love, my light, my sweetest dream,
          You are the star in every gleam.
          The gentle hush of waves at night,
          The whisper soft of love’s delight.
          
          Your touch is fire, yet calm as seas,
          A storm, a breeze, a love that frees.
          With every breath, with every sigh,
          I find my home within your eyes.
          
          If time should steal the days we know,
          Or fate should pull, or winds should blow,
          My heart would cross the world for you,
          Through storm and stars, through skies so blue.
          
          No words could paint, no hands could mold,
          The love we share. So vast, so bold.
          So take my heart, it beats your name,
          Forever yours, in love’s sweet flame.

I saw you first like golden light,
          A flicker bright, yet infinite.
          Like fate had carved you from the sea,
          And sent you, love, to rescue me.
          
          Your touch, a whisper, soft and warm,
          A lifeline through the raging storm.
          You took my hand, we danced in time,
          A love too fierce for fate to bind.
          
          Through gilded halls and midnight skies,
          Through stolen breaths and longing sighs,
          We laughed where only ghosts should be,
          On decks that swayed like destiny.
          
          And if the waves should call us down,
          If time should steal the love we found,
          I swear, my love, I’d fight the tide,
          To find you on the other side.
          
          For ships may sink and stars may fade,
          But love like ours can’t be unmade.
          No ocean’s pull, no bitter cold,
          Could take the hand I’ll always hold.
          
          So close your eyes and feel me near,
          Like whispers only hearts can hear.
          For love’s a vessel, strong and true,
          And every wave still leads to you, 
          I'd drown with Titanic if it meant I could kiss you...

I loved you like a dying flame,
          Too soft to warm, too weak to stay,
          A wish that flickered just the same,
          Though night had long since turned away.
          
          I loved you like an unread page,
          My words unseen, my voice unheard,
          A love that trembled in its cage,
          Too frightened to become a word.
          
          I loved you like a dream half-kept,
          Forgotten when the morning came,
          And in its wake, alone, I wept,
          Too full of love, too lost in pain.
          
          And you, oh, love, you never knew,
          You never saw, you never stayed.
          Now I am haunted, pale and true,
          By love that lived, but never swayed, 
          Because I love you very much still.

If I could weave the stars in silk,
          I’d drape you in their golden glow,
          Each thread a whisper, soft as milk,
          To tell the love you surely know.
          
          The moonlight hums your name at night,
          A melody so sweet, so true,
          And in its glow, so calm, so white,
          I dream of endless days with you.
          
          The morning sun, so warm, so bright,
          Paints echoes of your touch on me,
          And every breeze that takes its flight
          Sings songs of love across the sea.
          
          No words could match the love I bear,
          No ink could trace its endless hue,
          But let this poem be my prayer,
          A vow forever meant for you.

Your hands are scripture, carved in sin,
          Reading me slow, again, again.
          Fingers trace where prayers won’t reach,
          Lips write hymns that burn and teach.
          
          Pin me down, no need for chains,
          I’m bound in whispers, slick with shame.
          Your voice? A blade against my skin,
          A wicked vow, a whispered sin.
          
          Kiss me deep and bite me raw,
          Make me beg, make me crawl.
          Drag me under, steal my breath, 
          Suck me till you can't reach, 
          Take your fill, take what’s left.
          
          No salvation, no release,
          Just the worship of your teeth.
          So wreck me, break me, mark your claim,
          Let me writhe beneath your name.

My hands should be your necklace.
          One tight around your throat,
          Thumb pressing slow, deliberate,
          Watching every gasp you choke.
          
          The other? Lower. Sinful. Cruel.
          A promise traced in heat,
          Fingertips commanding, teasing,
          Never giving what you need. 
          
          The other wanders, slow, unkind,
          A serpent’s path, a rope that binds.
          Knuckles brush where fire burns,
          Where waterfall of lust runs,
          Denial drips, the hunger churns.
          
          You arch, you shake, but still you stay,
          Held between the push, the play.
          I squeeze, I soothe, I take, I break.
          How much more can this body take?
          
          Your hips stutter a plea unspoken.
          I tighten my grip, just enough,
          Just to feel you shatter between the push and the pull, 
          On your throat and inside you,
          Between denial and surrender.
          
          Your body’s caught between my hands,
          Helpless, begging, tense.
          A plaything trembling on the edge,
          Bound by fire, want, suspense.
          
          Breathe for me - if I allow.
          Break for me - if I say when.
          My hands should be your necklace, Love,
          And you'll wear them once again.

In the hush of midnight’s fading glow,
          Where the restless hearts and shadows go,
          I walk the line of light and crime,
          Yet somehow, love, you still are mine.
          
          Through tangled webs of fear and doubt,
          We map the minds of those without,
          Yet in your eyes, I find my way,
          A beacon soft at break of day.
          
          Your voice, a whisper in the dark,
          A steady hand, a steady spark,
          No unsub’s game, no wicked fate,
          Could ever make my love abate.
          
          For every chase, for every fight,
          You are my safehouse in the night,
          Though monsters lurk and dark winds call,
          With you, I fear them not at all.
          
          So hold me close when cases break,
          When all we have is what’s at stake,
          For love like this, through fire tried,
          Is not just felt, it's quantified.