The tingling kiss lingers upon the crimson lips;
Parted in an exaggerated expression of awe and desire.
I leave my saddened sorrow for the hope of a new morrow;
A new morrow which lingers upon my crimson lips.
Your pallid beauty obsesses in my mind,
And to this a realization occurs of the fullness of my hollow heart.
What I wouldn't give for the release to stay eternally in this stilled peace.
In this stilled peace beauty obsesses in my mind.
Deep I stare into the onyx of your eye;
Which pulses with such an innocent fury.
What a pathetic lust I carry, lingering like the taste of sweet sherry.
Like the taste of sweet sherry I linger upon the onyx of your eye.
These malignant memories of you I shall hold with such indifference;
Changeless in my timeless spectrum; rotating in a contiuous sphere.
Immortal love is the feeling, the feeling of our hearts annealing
Our hearts annealing I shall hold with such indifference.
Brooklyn Joy
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