May You Not Rest...

Tonight you’re busy and you’re all business.
You’re dressed to kill;
You’re wearing a slick jacket,
Stepping into the light,
You are a seeker of beauty.
Girls walk dignified, despite the forgetful nights,
They walk in crystalline clear and sleep in haze.
Spending days, wishing for time,
Wishing they could take back the kiss they sent away.
You call out her name and you ease her pain;
Don’t let her rush you,
You just wanted to know her name.
They can’t blame you for trying to keep warm.

She’s your mad one; she’s your leaner, standing against the wall.
Beauty, she is your lover.
Together, she and you are beautiful.
Your tempest eyes like lightning,
Her porcelain skin like silk,
Meeting under mercury, foggy nights.
Your voice like velvet,
Her bone breaking beauty,
You are kissing to transcend.
Meeting in rose beds and sanctuaries.
You worship her diamond hands,
And you scorn her aristocrat eyes.

You whisper in her ear:
“Fear me, dear.”
All you want is to break Beauty down,
Watch Beauty shiver and waste away.
Crippling her and taking her tears.
You’ll steal the diamonds from her eyes
Your collar’s soaked in insanity’s sadness,
Satin hair tangled in your hands,
Her restless palms grab at you,
Be with her as she falls.

But, your eyes are only for her.
Ducking in and out of skylight storms…
You stutter, “Whisper, for me, your name once more.”
Her quicksilver kiss on your lips, Beauty at your fingertips…
Broken and begging for forgiveness,
But nothing was done wrong.