your tears spill down my cheek

your tears spill down my cheek i am in you as we undress i hear a coven a angels chorale i see the cosmos coalesce

wings torn off your scapula they twitch and tremble (in futility)

i encase your wrist in my demesne you enfold me in yours there is no imperfexion here everything i feel is pure

your eyes are crystalline, black teeth bite the lower lip