PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My eyes are not of this sphere

So they look towards home

And upon this world in disgust



I see the tears in your eyes

Crying against all this hate

And yearning for time to end



I bite your vein in lustfulness

And I stroke your hair

Reminding myself of right



I fall into your eyes sweeping

A mirror of the conjoined

A memory of truth and peace



I shall always touch the stars

When I am lapping up their blood

And when I kiss their soul