It is a painful thing,
This love for you...
And yet, I cherish every tortuous
Moment, breathing the scent of
The ocean-mingled stars as if it
Was your cologne,
As if you were here by my side and
I could reach out a hand and touch you.
We balance so precariously,
One slip on the razors edge
Thats all it would take
To cut the fragile thread binding us
(so it may seem).
Silver and gold, lava-fired in the cauldron
Of our entwined destiny,
Two beating halves of one heart.
You breathe, I exhale.
Those stars are wicked lovers,
A Scorpion-stung Virgin
A Shooting Star there on the scales.
So my heart is divided in the west,
A parted oyster divulging my pearl...
It is for you, only for you.