Thine eyes are liquid fire, Love, blue embers
that whisper Aphrodite’s prayer as the
catasterisation of thy soul sets
this silver darkness alight. What promise
is here, what future that the angels hath
sworn of Sky’s beauty to star-crossed lovers?
Our promise, Lover – mine to thee. For if
thy heart be my world, then denied, I am
broken. Rather distance on land than black
emptiness between, better Night’s embrace
than constellations torn apart; the weaver
of stars doth hate thee for casting Dark’s jewels’
beauty into doubt, for they hold no match
against thy sapphire eyes. Caelo amor.
For L.T. x
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