The Cherub rolls his pearl eyes
waking her from the wardrobe door,
his angelic face brings sweet memories ...
drifting back into her mind
like so many times before.
He is as a faded photograph
from insomnia's edge blind,
she kisses him in the exposure
of where all lost loves are born.
Her love for him eternal,
outlasting sands of time, winds of change,
realms of space.
His touch ... her deliverance,
his kiss ... her saving grace.
Shadows drain his homogeneous flesh,
in low golden dove song he whispers,
"I love you, I will face GOD'S wrath,
be Heaven's fallen disgrace
and deny an eternity for one moment in your bliss".
She exists only to know his skin against hers,
no sacrifice too great, now on bended knee ...
she gives her self in offering.
She is his fate, he is her destiny.
Like Heaven and Earth,
Moon and Sun,
this between them is meant to be.
Celestial bodies consolidate as a single soul,
their skin glistening in Heavenly passion fire
with bodies writhing hypnotized by Hades desire.
Petals lay at their feet; the pistil
erupts on the serpent's toll.
Suns eclipse, stars align ...
love and lust to kiss and entwine.
In between Heaven and Hell ...
for just a taste, a soul to sell.
Equal to Earth and Sky,
this desire they shall not deny.
Her moral eyes pierce his wings of a dove,
The first snow of Calvary becomes washed with blood,
In ecstasy they radiate baptizing
pestilence with love.
Ten million souls rejoice from purgatory,
cleansed in a sensual flood.
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust,
Saints and sinners, Love or Lust.
Angels sing, Holy Empyrean pray,
Immersed in surrender ...
Inhale as Heaven washes it all away.
Breath on breath slows to sigh,
she curls in his wings of tender embrace,
Traces of Heaven reflect in his pearl eyes.
From mortal coil they witness with grace,
redemption for the masses as Golgotha
rises from the ashes.
Baptized and bathed in sweet afterglow ...
he gazes into her luna lashed eyes of jade.
Finding his own reflection ... their undying love on display,
enchanted by her beauty, his own soul
he would now trade.
"Stay with me eternally, you seem too
beautiful to be
though in my soul I believe this is real.
Once you were but a forced dream
to chase away the solitude.
What God or grace has granted me my angel?
My true love no longer eludes".
By gift of fate or destiny,
this is now a Union of Bliss,
signed, sealed, and delivered ...
by love's sweet forgiving kiss.
In each other ... saving grace is finally found,
on a wing and prayer, this love will rise up ...
everlasting and heaven bound.