Beneath a winter moon waxing lyrically, romantic poetry fills my soul, the spellbound scenes of a angel freed to bless the night with passions glow. Our love extends, past chapter ends, of a tale scripted in the stars, burning bright, our hearts delight, hurled from a distant nebular. Crapsing each more tightly than death, our souls have sailed through time, escaping from chains were others were slain, our love comes from the divine. Above the ceiling of the sky , to core of the earth, we were destined lovers, far before birth. Heavens constellations dancing out to the sun, stars falling around us, our metallic blood, tempered with love, whilst others begin to rust. We are each others aphrodisiacs, intoxicated inside sexual plays, wolves of flesh and asphodel scents, eclipsing nitrates howling in our veins. Our desires more sacred than the lust inside pleasures, our hearts more priceless than the sum of all treasures. Towards infinity we walk, clouds torn by your gown , raining our memories down. Thundering kiss, lips on our heartstrings, as lightning strikes the keys. The song plays on , and each strung chord would bring demons to their knees. Our storm cradled in bed sheets, raging hearts beating ever so gently, our bodies, Angel's so heavenly, winged utopia given to our symphony. And if time were to end, in the mist of this , severing our sacred vows, our love so true, our pulses in tune, would heartbreak the universe in two...
© Ernesto De La Pena III