imagine us lying in a sea of wisteria, my lips reddening with bites and mulberry juice, your skin reddened and so irrevocably reverent. the sun is warm and the sun is beautiful and you glow like honey crafted by a goddess. you are so close to me, i can feel your soul's heat on mine as you cup my face in your most holy hands. you're a god and a mortal and you're perfection but most of it all you're mine. can i be yours all over again, my archangel? can i dance you through constellations and weave our own fate? can i run with you into a woodlot with apple blossoms and rosebushes and swear to everything that is beautiful and holy and we will always be each other's? can i build our love an altar and worship at it with your beauty wrapped around my fingers, rose-adorned, pearl-encrusted, like a rosary; as i whisper prayers about eternity and devotion on my raw, gaping knees, the blood in your mouth? can i kiss your hand, can i tell you how much i love you?
