Nocturnal

Yesterday I strayed way to the arches of her mind, She knows the ethnography of the sun and she tells me in her research she has seen Icarus gliding by, We are two nocturnal creatures that know no doctrine, We love the darkness like two fireflies with the Fourth of July in the crotch of their belly’s. But today the mind is at guilt, For sometimes I love her a little more than Zeus loved Hera, And then I feel like we destroy Olympus when we touch, The most misused words a lover utters is that I would die for you, But trust me when I say on that I bet my life, And to purchase your heart I am paying with everything I hold dear.