the Beauty of one last breath

It was proposal of stars,
sun closing in scene.
Roses falling from above--
what sinuous seems.
Mutilate my Love,
pour it down my throat.
choke my past,
and strangle us all.
It's little Death to give your life.
It's little Life to live forever.
Exhale the tone of Creation,
and you've found your doll.
Wrapped so tightly,
forever deformed for agony.
Let's give it one last breath.
To break the Beauty of another Death...

[Salivant]

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 373 AF.