There is no need for anything to end,
Although everything must die.
Suppose one day I lift my face,
Onyx and obsidian,
To find I cannot brush your cheeks
With stardust fire,
To find I cannot stop the world
Inside those iced-mercury eyes,
To find I cannot, dare not say it,
Press my tongue into a cliché
And bring it back laden in
Fermented fruit?
You belong to my smiles and whispers,
I shall not abuse you.
And if one day I lose the
Corridors and dragon dens
Between your heartstrings,
Then let me, darling, let me
Fade away.