Let me love you to the blinds of death

let me love you to the blinds of Death,
stretch out your dark, black hair
make me a bridge
let me know the lineaments of your body, the dearlings
of your soul...
those black pearls that are your eyes
let me take them out
drop
write the longings of my soul
in calligraphy fit for Shilla Princesses.

your hair is alive, sensual dark
as the Sea is when its Eyes are Oped and Soaked,
the blankets sprinkled with the footsteps of the moon
footsteps of the stars
which crest lightly in the dark.

how i love your eyes
[those are pearls that are your eyes]
kind, gentle, Pleading and Becoming
how i lied to you much too Much
the blanket lay over us
Soft, Fluffy, and Nice.

how i longed to kiss your lips
how i contrived to kiss your lips
i was waiting for you
wanting to trap you
offending you.

your lips are divine and kind
and each kiss was a Taoken of Longing,
star to star and kiss to kiss
freely given and freely taken
in Poetic Mist.

i thought that i was passing into Death
the Door Oped with Curiosity
Years and years of lust
dampened by Trust.

how i wished to kiss you
to eat wild strawberries in the Dark
to kiss you so much
my lips would disappear
and plant it Soul
for all to Bare.

How i wished to love you for a few precious moments,
knowing time to be our enemy
for the time being to be released
from social masks and social tasks.

but that i loved you it is true
love to love endeared in temporal Trust
i loved you cause you were natural
knowing, and kind
but I loved you most
cause
you loved me for a few moments
and Maybe even
More.