Shattering your night with wine soaked wings
My eye, a lone star ceiling a funeral, one
Beautiful unended union of arms
Falling into arms, falling to implore us
To where lust shredded, lingers.
I speak of union. What does this mean?
Imagine your rose falling into my arms,
Those arms falling to your Beloved,
Laughter’s treasure caressing no end.
O! How I wish I could exile my tongue, merely taking you home.
(c) A Hannan