Amor

She was a spell A sculpture at the hands of diligence She was peril Perilous to the frail heart For she sought grand, sought perfection Forever an engraving at my chest Hovering over my stance she simmered my relief And I quivered And she noted But kept on Keeping the stain of my heart in her palms She stepped, and she walked on my blood I swayed hunched at my shoulders between a smirk and a boulder Follow me said her soul Fall on me said her spirit Fall for me said her being My chest then heavy My eyes there-on weighed on by the lashes A scalpel to my spine A smoke to my lungs A sense to my brain Follow for me she said A chain to my soles And her kiss though vacant to mine, it suffocated It rendered It killed Quick to my death she could run But I begged her she walk Weary I followed Weary I fell But her soles trampled me Hopelessly maybe But my arms therefore shattered No pride, no parade Just a vein gone stiff Gone cold So I searched Not for wings, but for life For love For leverage In my stead, there's a vision A vision laced in kindred hope Not inspiration Not motivation But a ladder My eulogy of eu My eulogy of beau Run from versaire Run blue I don't see enough, but I see you Amor