Do You Love Me?

by sonya   Nov 23, 2014


Do you love me? Hold me, take me to the moonlight with your silver stallion. Kiss me goodnight. Take me to the highest peak on the mountain, for you're the King of Blues with swollen, shallow dreams. I am the Queen of Faith because I see the day before it happens. You crown will never fall, she never got hers at all. We'll raise a glass to the aftermath and venture through our world and die of laughter, even though you break my heart so sorrowfully. I'll smile, even when you're crushing my insides with your sour way. I love you, even though you gun me down. Your lips are the last thing I see at night, your eyes are gone. Take my eyes, my love. My darling honey brown ones. Kiss them clean with your sweet saliva just as the Hermes and Aphrodite done to my silver pearls. Sing to me. Sing to me softly. Lull me to sleep, sing me a lullaby. Make my dear pain hurt less. I'll obey to your every word, crimson tongue in hand. I give thee my heart, straight from the veins of pure hatred, red eyed demons, and large, throat toads. They keep my mouth shut. Plagues are what they are, for they are there to keep my mouth closed to the end, just so I would not kiss you. Take my heart, rip it out of my sweet flesh, and then the rest of me is yours, My Love. Feed me sweet hominy flowers on that day and I will wear a pink dress with white lace. Let me drink your wine blood, let me stain my lips. I will wear a white that day, pale white lace, let me hid my face behind my hair, lilac bushes entwined. When you kissed me, I died. My heart was in your hand, wine all over your bare chest. I was gone in that moment, like a fairway demon at the speed of light, You swallowed my heart and killed all my toads. You carried my lifeless body and cried a million rivers, no, a billion. You cried for the rest of your Seven Sacred days and died, too, on the Seventh. Our bodies were stoned and we were both statues. You holding me, cradling me, singing to me, loving me, even in death. We were frozen. Thou were infinite. And we we were at peace. Will you do that for me, baby? Do you love me?

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