Romance me slow in this warm twilight glow;
As candles burn gently
To bathe us in hues of orange and red
As our bodies unite, at home on the bed.
A twisting of colours, of pleasures, of sins;
Bodies like embers,
Deep desires set aflame in a twisting inferno
Burning only each other;
Every pleasure pushed further.
Every depravity, pulled together like gravity;
Flickering shadows
Extending ecstasy into permanency
As the outlines of forgotten souls
Come together to merge as one
In a darkened union played out in shades
Of black and grey splattered on the walls;
Unholy matrimony in sexual ceremony
Until all that remains is a void filled with harmony.
Coiled wicks burn eternal as skin melts to assemble
Our crooked coalescence;
Two opposite similarities forced into singularity –
Smashed together with the force of friction,
Bonded forever under an oscillating aura;
A light leading lovers, held thrall under covers,
To the darkest depths of exposition
Where souls are bared in hot perdition
And lives are lost to love’s submission.
Though night’s bliss fades and the fires start to dwindle –
Left exposed by the brand of a dawn light to kindle
The lingering remains of sparks left in our eyes;
A warm glow to fan failing flames near forgotten –
Purity and light, a tear through the skies –
Separated in two in a dazzling dissection,
The bright sun demands you deny this affection;
Leave a note as you dream of our night of perfection:
‘Get tested soon, I have several infections.’
C H Mackie 