Poison Fates

Softly crying out,
over the bowed heads of willows
as a swallow cfries out to eternity,
filling the empty but fufilled dusk
as we lay here,
waiting for our world to begin something beautiful.

speaking for poison fates-
don't choke, I don't want your voice to leave me.
please no, not the only affirmation of your touch,
the color of your breath as I feel it on my face.
the hot depths of passion
reaching out to kiss every star down from my lips,
hinting at something more
that's waiting for both of us
under this viciously gorgeous blind foreground
before our eyes -
luscious and forever unforgiving sex-crazed invitations
but all in the name of a love that none
could ever achieve, much less understand.