Love : Dark Poetry

You, the apple of desire…

A tantalizing taste,

Is all I ever need,

To lay my soul to waste…

Please, spirit me away…

My anguished soul doth strain,

On taut and twisted reins,

Yet, insatiate I still remain…

You, like a proud, unfallen star

That dares me from afar

To calm my thund'rous heart

Else, rend its knots apart…

Come, set my world on fire,

Alight me on the pyre,

When your lips doth speak my name,

Consume me with thy flame.

Of jewelled skies o'er my strings

And love, a wanton thing

Can plunge on burnt, black wings

To hang amidst the thorns.

Blood, like scarlet velvet worn

About the clouded moon

Who wanes in solitude...

…I am alone.