Intro

There's an echo in your glare
I couldn't describe a more enticing form of scenery
The sound of your universe ringing in my ear
I don't know when was the last time
I had a moment to myself
Without you being my self shared moment in my lost time
A specimen of self-indulging fetishism
I see me being the last of your observations
I hear the voices of my internal observatory
How foolish I was to think that I had found the right constellation
Pretty browns on a thorny rose stem
In a poem of damaged fornication
Our petals shared to the irrespective words
Of a being who damned the idea of engagement
Angel under the halo of two horns
You look like a poem on the horizon
I resize him to the awakening of my stars
Because the moon can never kiss the sun
But how pretty it could be to see my blue wash over his light
Like the hymn of sin kissing heaven
History's centerpiece could have worn us better