Magnolia

You whispered good morning Late within your voyage, where fate blinded us Your neck is covered in crosses Devotion to the hereafter Where you know one day We shall meet Gothic black, veiled for your special day When pleasure and pain shall join us In a soft summer breeze As we caress in the graveyards' playground Black roses blowing in the wind Pearls from deep below, I bury with you Mardi gras in the south of France Behind our masks we massaged our facades We were entwined in passions embrace Yet we never once met Until red lipstick ran down your face The tears fell upon lost yearnings Magnolia's bloomed