Perfection is never possible.
This much I do know.
But my god,
When I see you,
I almost feel it’s so.
Because you have no idea what I’d give,
How hard I try,
To coax that tired smile from your lips.
The little curve that sets my blackened,
Cold heart alight.
Because I am damned, cursed and lost, astray.
For a time I would have cast you aside,
Looked on at your fearful plight.
An angel, stripped and bruised,
A sacrifice on an alter of doubt and hatred.
No wings to grant you freedom,
And no hope to give you strength.
So very far from all you know.
I’d have sat beside you,
As the stars flowed from your body,
And rejoined their brothers in the cosmos.
I’d have watched as you were shattered,
Torn down and wrecked,
Ripped open and left on display,
For my brothers and sisters to have as they so please.
Now I’ve met you again,
That same angel in a mortal shell.
You gazed at me,
And began to sing.
Oh, my God.
There you are.
Hello, my love.
In your laughs and your chuckles,
I still hear the songs of angels.
In your hisses and your moans,
I hear the stars, the galaxies,
Whose souls now flood your veins,
Who bring your breathe and keep you so very close to me.
I see the stars in your eyes.
The heaven I will never reach in your smile.
The clouds you called home in your kisses.
The fire you fight with in your whispers.
The chimes and choirs in your voice.
And I pray.
And I thank a God I don’t believe in,
That the “I love you”
That crosses your soft lips
Is for me.
That the delicate flutter of your pulse
Beneath warn alabaster skin
Is mine to touch.
Your blemishes are my star map,
Your azure eyes my precious stones.
And I feel like a condemned man
At the feet of a saint,
That your steady heart bears my name.
Because you are stardust and music.
Supernovas and mountain winds,
Sunshine and meteor showers.
I should've worshipped you sooner.
I’ll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your light.
I’ll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me my deathless death.
Good God, let me give you my life.
I am not a good man.
One could wonder if I ever was.
But maybe even the darkest demons
Deserve to love again.
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you.
So here I kneel,
At the feet of my saint.
So undeserving of all you give.
And I drink…
And I drink…
And I bleed you dry.
For as I watched you writhe on the altar,
As diamonds fell from sapphire skies…
To see you broken,
Lend me those silver wings,
That halo, tarnished and cold,
Worthiness be damned.
For you, my love,
I’ll give you what you’ve always believed lost.
It’s still a little broken,
A little battered,
A little bruised.
But a heart is all I have to bestow.
For if I cannot be trusted with yours,
Perhaps you’ll take mine in its place.