She pleads.

running my hand down her face
i attempt to peel away the desolation
i attempt to free the acrimonium
i attempt to solve the pandemonium

She pleads. you only attempt.

i watch her waste away
her lashes fall into the ashes
the devil is offered carte blanche
sifting through the evanescence of time

death. death. death.
like a prayer she utters under her breath
the angel covenant cries heresy
god denies her acquiescence

the caustic metal corrodes her skin
it cuts her veins mercilessly
severing the message intended
the slits gushing life continously

her tryst with the prayer is over
her beloved desire has been ensconced
lucifier attains the damaged soul
He watches on, unable to reply to the prayer

i am pleading while she is bleeding.

He is still unable, while she, i still cradle.

Touch.

she lays there not flinching
gazing into the white above
seeing through the boundaries
blue eyes brightening with every star shine

i look upon thy subtle movements
every inch to a whole
in every inch some space to mould
your fingers beckoning my sense of touch

slow breaths to taste my smell
her hair flowing down amidst crystal water
invoking envy, sides of the luscious silk
privileged to savour her material skin

i frown at your simple innocence
is the world only found within this?
does the world only revolve in this?
does eternity call for me so quickly?

she looks up and rests her eyes upon me
she studies me intently, and exhales her apprehension
from her embracing realm she brings to light
petals of white and petals of colour

i admit to its glowing resonance
i submit to her graceful acceptance of me.

the piano plays a beautiful sound
but be deceived not,
beautiful, is she, whose touch is gentle