These lit candles
can’t light up your eyes
or dim my mind
to the distant depth of your voice,
As the engraved beauty of your dimples
deems me cursed enough to remember
that not all that glitters is gold,
Even as our candle breathes
a flair of rosegold upon your skintone
while your long nails
trail but fail to frail
nor scratch away
the seeds of suspicion…
Running through my pulse and palms
as your suddenly cold kisses
fail to spoil my tongue with psalms
worth savouring affectionately
While my own fingers
leave my heart bleeding
to the thorny goosebumps
coming from caressing
your once delicate skintone…
The morose rose in my other hand
leaves my love prickled,
my words limping
and throat lumped,
to the scenery of your irises…
As the moonlight i once held
and the sunrise I once sent ablaze,
coalesced, from the centre of your pupils
seems plunged and overthrown,
and even blunted as the once sharpened,
and sweetened,
corners of your lips
Therefore
as this melting wax
sinks down my trust in you
I’d rather sit strong
and smile along,
to your once soft lips
as they falsely deem
your lecherous hips
starved of my fingertips.
As though it’s not quite clear
that your halo now hangs steeply
Thus,
before our chemistry fully melts aways
with the gentleness of our candle;
I’ll pull my hand away
before the dark barks out the unbearable truth
lurking behind your now falsely angelic smile
For before I let your seemingly adorable moonlight
intoxicate my mind and body again,
with a lukewarm promise…
Of a sunrise flavoured kiss and bodily hisses
I’d rather look and melt away
than indulge in yours twice more
only to become…
Dead by Yesterday