Petals of Pain

I taste your rush as I resist, closer, our words converge in breath, your wishes growing heavier with each sigh. But then, on a night of snowy silver saga, your embrace led me to a silhouette of sonnet, weaving poetic pleasures within mere seconds. Do not offer me kindness without your demons, for my shadows feel safer with monsters, and my songs soften with angelic treasures. Only then can my skin rest on gentle knees, as I come in a bowl of swirling squiggly scars, a spoonful of sweet sarcasm and sour storms. Am I your final retreat? I’ve read haikus carved on petals of pain, they moved the sands in my mind, but never like a thrilling hurricane. So dig deep beneath those desires, let the beast loose from its wires, while the feathers in your heart ignite a trail of dancing fires.