They call me the Comet

“My thoughts rotate on your eyes, like a blue Saturn that revolves around a sun. A shift of dreams brings me from the security of your presence to the dark pit of a lions din, it is only but hope that my flesh bring the fangs nutrition. A cold wind today resembles a world without your fire and passion. Oh how I wish as you were reading this you would crystalize and stay in a preserved time wrapped into my arms. If to convey to you my feelings it would take more than a mere arrow but one thousand arrows strung into my heart for many cupids have visited me but this cupid has killed me. It is your silence that bares my heart for each silent word is not the absence of thought but the wisdom of quiet. I imagine a scream of nevermore in my passion that burns as though the core has exploded through the volcanoes of Eden. Do you miss me so? Do you feel the ocean of absence and the sea full of many boats but ours? The serenity rains on the sail that would be ours, will our doubts not be subsided? Like the great wooden grandfather clock that speeds our time together, escalating itself, trace the wood back to the tree that sucks my water for the life. A fly that sees us may think of its life unjustified by your beauty. Have I never wished for lips greater than yours. Can I not show you any other way of my thoughts? Do you feel the same? Doth your heart crave as mine doth for thee? As my core is the apple of Eden you are that sinful worm that seeds its way through it.”