Charon, let me drink the Lethe dry
The sweetest plums rot and your very flesh will die
spine gives way, a brittle tendril to misery, paralyzed
chattel of sorrow, Rome was not born in ruins.
Seasoned souls know pandora's remnants a child's tale
Choose your poison, even the sun decays.

moon, how I mourn for your nearness
Give me no other orbs in the heavens
Tell no stories of meteors and falling stars.
Truth is our own:
Who invents the constellations? We could be the writers,  my only.
Show me a moon that glows and I will bathe you in rays of sunlight.
Will it, and physics will not obstruct a change in orbit
I will not dry you out nor hold you in apogee. I wish only to admire you.
In love, we shall never dim.
My sweet moon, my truest friend

my eager skin calls your name
and longs for your whisper
for your lips: a grand symphony
Waist pleads palms, fine spine feline
Bosom begs and thighs tremble
to be awaken with a taste
and embraced by infinity

                   No 7 wonders rival
                           Your callow skin
Lost in adoration (I press closer)
"so much." "so much."
How is anything so beautiful?
as your blue skies & electric wind
Let me love you, my darling
Closer, closer
all of our days;
Holding you closer
In this sacred surrender
This soul.
May gravity always be kind to Us
Bound in endlessness
How can (one) be so very two?
Nothing:
No cosmo and Christmas
No sun.
Shines like you,
    my Moon.

Look at me, my sweet.
Please look at me?
What roads
We were sunshine
How do roses wilt
Love me, my only.
Please love me?
Oh, the lost marbles!
When did they slip through the pocket holes
Why do roses grow at all,
If only to decompose in winter.
Issues of flora needn't concern you
Let the sorrow tulips and the weeping daffodils beg for nourishment.

neglect them instead.