mild trigger warning?
To the fiancé of this flesh, I wrote this. Perhaps he might understand the better through song. He is soon a constant. So I sheath the knife and take a step into the light.
A stroke of brilliance, or of luck
we aim to look each other up
truest kismet.
‘Cause I present who I'd describe
as charming in her ads online
(an adventurous cook and quite witty).
The field’s laid with flora and breeze,
a kiss underneath the willow tree,
a halcyon summer night,
a chalice of vintage wine, a revelation
soaking up conversation
One touch to pave its way…
Love, take care to notice where you step
this is no pastoral scene safe for doves
You’d best mind the hidden stair
to the denouements lair –
A union over the tombs
of my desire
Take no mind my lover’s bones
the decimated dreams, the haunted home
The dead end of wanton devotion,
Promises’ broken beams;
This shroud to cover my sin
Mummified objective and hard-bitten skin
I will change, for I’ve atoned
my failures engraved within this stone
of the tombs
of my desire
Stay for a picnic, stay for a dance
Stay for a lyric, stay for romance
Stay for nostalgia, stay for devotion
Stay for peace, or stay for commotion
Just come –
And … come. With me.
Enchanted by our wishful thinking
The visions of our beloved scenes
Our mutual compassion
I speak no joke, this heart is true
No hidden lie in my love for you
It’s just, there is this chain reaction.
So remember …
my lover’s bones
the decimated dreams, the haunted home
The dead end of wanton devotion,
Promises’ broken beams;
This shroud to cover my sin
Mummified objective and hard-bitten skin
I will change, for I’ve atoned
my failures engraved within this stone
of the tombs
of my desire
Who next will we bury
in these tombs
of my desire?
~
Ell