by Joeyg

Created on: January 28, 2009

For Ainsleigh.......

Compassion Queen, sponge lover,
How can you embrace me, a beggar of hugs,
And be willingly squeezed to heal my everything?

What of this magnificence you embody?

Oh, I see the sky has chosen you,
And so it is done,
Her raindrops now cradle your almond skin,
Across which, radiance
Ignites off of your perfect form.

You are true beauty,
A tantalizing vision

Across all layers of my eyes.
Wherever you find yourself
Know this,
You are equal to importance
As my heartbeat for life.

You are my domesticated Faerie.
As I work, without rest,
Bloodied ringlets from scissors,
Clipping your wings.
For to lose you, from
My bedtime story
Would fill my last three hours
Of every other day, or third day nights
with agony, of carving skin
To find a touch as pure as yours.

In your blue eyes
My soul bathes
Naked, underneath naked skin,
As you watch protectively.

Should I grow blind.
I will forever remember your smile,
Which illuminates
As that of a lifetime
Folded across days of father Sun,
And nights of mother Moon,
Under which I have grown
And lost my ways,
In times so short.

I woke up, and in the
Eve of this dream,
I have found your breast.
I will now inflict,
Caffeine death to veins,
To never sleep, and
Let go such comfort again.........

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