Tortured Sinner

You, scattered in the fragments of a smashed mirror. Reflecting youth and within your gloom torn eyes shows the loss; bound by the sweet hatred of love. Love, oh! How pure and captivating your soul is to me; Shimmering on trembling tongues, Lips soft, coral eyes dark: Heart the cascade of gold, gold, gold. Shining through the cracks, the crevasse of all hopes, characterized in those definite strokes of the torturer. Your personal hell. Let me take those fissures, Glittering light beaming off scars and bring them to my lips. Let me explore the honey of life’s harsh cud. I take you. I look into you, Dive through the curse of your sea, bitter salt clinging to my cheeks, Yet mixed with purity. Mixed with my love for thee. Link with me, limbs of the sodden earth wrapped around the smooth wick of bark. You thumping thunder beneath my outstretched tips, I promise I’ll stay till the last beat.