morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams.
we wax poetic, worshipping one another’s
words, annotating the genius in each verse;
yours paints a transient world speckled
with opium-words and mine alludes
an eternity we’ll never peer into.
our tongues confide in each other,
delaying lily-bouquets for a moment
longer. blood pools in your eyes,
and i still see honey-amber.
heavenly creatures:
we thought of life
and lived in death.
