Before we had met, we were buried, so it made sense
that we saw each other for the first time underground.
On that day I unearthed you,
my saving grace in the cemetery soil.
Above the graves that carry us apart,
our first kiss woke the dead in me,
to breathe passion once more.
When my eyes were first graced by your perfect figure,
they saw dreams brought to life in angelic form.
To see you rise with such ecstatic delight,
gave me an unrivaled feeling that I was at last accepted.
All the lightning that ever struck the yearning earth
was encapsulated in our first embrace.
It will be the last thing I would want to recall
once life tires of this puppet
and time finishes it's work.
Anticipation did not sleep in nights spent apart.
But during evenings together
a re-birth of perceptions occurred;
through epiphany hours.
A true meaning and value set to an affectionate beat.
My heart played percussion
as we tenderly shared one another,
banging louder than a legion of cannons
firing thunderstorms into the sky,
as if attempting to break free of my chest to seize you for itself.
The universe between us
I pass through for each caress
appears infinite, then miniscule every time we touch.
Moons and stars together with galaxies combined,
cannot add up to the cosmic lust and rapture I exhibit towards you.
The colossal intervals the sun's rays travel,
or the velocity at which they sail through space,
cannot begin to guage
what I would do for you,
my pinnacle beauty.
The heavens would turn green at a love like ours:
We'd be chased by clouds
and lost in crowds of angels trying to take you from me.
I am the demon that possesses your soul though you've invited me to stay.
I could not have found more perfection
if I had discovered God himself dwelling in you,
nor would I be surprised to see him bathing in your purity.
My amorous mortality, I pledge to you;
and vow to be with you until the finish,
which may come from death or spoken words
or thoughts that grow one day.
But evermore I shall be yours to call in unceasing romance,
until your throat turns dry and desires a new taste unbitter.
Our compassion is the greatest equation,
one which we'll never understand or need to solve.
We'll only feed it new terms through an endless devotion
as we scrawl it on our bodies.
A million years and a million minds
is a million failures to quantify this love.
I'm a soldier in your internal army,
to fight the wars you cannot bear,
and guide you along a battlefield existance.
You keep me marching on in merciless trenches,
that journey through this loathesome world,
in the name of eternal love.
There's no enemy I can't kill, with you in my mind
or problem to which I have no strategy, with you in my heart.
You are the force and humanity I never had
or thought I could sustain.
I am a peasant bound to a hill of gold;
my gleaming yellow beauty.
Your gemstone eyes gazing into mine
are the only riches I would ever crave or cherish.
To be with you always is the
paramount wealth any man could obtain.
When you hold me I'm a demon that dies in your arms,
reborn with white wings to fly above what I once called home;
those Hells of human creation.
What do I now owe the divine spirit force?
How could I ever settle this account?
To be so favorably indebted;
given something so precious,
for nothing in return
seems unjust.
I'm seven deadly sins
and you're a thousand prayers of salvation and beauty.
Saint, seductress and savior...
(I'm sure you normally wouldn't do that. 
