#love-feast

[somniator-noctes-albae]

Love Feast (Sonnet I)

I want a love I cannot drink enough, A sharp and binding draft to kill my thirst; To taste its every sip, though it be rough, And let it drown my lungs until they burst.

I feel this searing passion on my flesh; It shatters me with every single dart, Yet through the pain, my senses wake afresh To crush the cold, abiotic shards of heart.

It melts upon my tongue with heavy grace, Delightful in the biting of the sweet, An overflowing flood I cannot trace, That coats my palms and drips down to my feet.

Within this frozen tomb my pieces lie, Consumed by love that will not let me die.

[somniator-noctes-albae]

Love Feast

I want a love that I cannot drink enough of, That one love that I can taste every sip of. Drinking it to kill my thirstiness, Drowning in it, feeling it choke my lungs.

I want a love that I can feel on my flesh, That one love so sharp, that it shatters me, While I crush the shards of my heart, Crystallizing it as an abiotic stone.

I want a love that I can taste on my tongue, Delightful in every bite that I take. Melting in my mouth but overflowing from my body, Coating my palms and dripping from my fingers.