Cruel Irony's blog: "My Original Poetry (copywritten please ask permission)"

my breath, your lung 

My love,for thee 

is laden with a million perfumed kisses and drops of sunshine given perpetually to dew-dropped petals of the peril behind the very mist of your breath... I will adore you until death 

and through the depths of eternity seek out the raven earth dusted abyss that you've sunk yourself within or rather the world you value yourself beneath;

pity really

for me

I adore what you you abore, detest, despise and I suface yet and surmise and raise you on a pedestal high above all else

moreso than i value even myself

perhaps I am a glutton, greedily groping with scar soiled fingers of disdain to the sand of your soul slipping idly by through the groove of my grasp 

hoping to catch, coddle and keep within all that you seek to discard but I often hope you will give freely without inhibition, reserve or regard

you fit the curve that is me

the bend in the ribbon of eternity that shrouds the moment where we united and twined our souls like a tangled thicket of thissles flamed with the fire of a thousand nucular missles

and deep down it still sizzles when I sink into the molten pools of your eyes

and I exhale

if only to fill my lungs with your respiration and draw you into the depths of me 

so you can see; what it is I see and be filled wholly with the hope I clutch like a frightened child

Impaled on the hawthorne of your discontent, I flail and scream out I will repent though I know of no sin that I have committed greater than the love that I freely have given

and just when I reach my hand out and plead-there you are reaching also for me

and suddenly I cease to be and so do you cause we are we and no longer two

where once was you has melded and grew into something greater; more devine

forever transcending space and time

our destiny is looped in endless rhymes

wonderously weaving every instance of our existence into the fabric of our hearts

painting it with the blood of our struggles

adorning it with our tears

hemming it with our smiles and laughter

each sinew a second; in each day of the month of our years

seemingly infinite; and thus guarded and dear

you wished for me and I appeared

but with a whisper

it was gone and my eyes opened to the dawn.