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