dine with me tonight said the dark angel
fear not for yours is the wisdom
let me taste sadness from this plate in front of you
and drink from thy glass of sorrow
(have you seen the mortals laughing
so grotesque in their so called happiness?)
sadness only brings beauty
yes we are bound for eternity
me as a guardian of your soul
you as keeper of my visions
fair enough dare i say
a friend once told me
never ever fall in love with a poet
he'll eat your eyes at breakfast
have your heart cooked for lunch
and in the evening he'll listen
quietly your laments
while drinking a glass full of tears
your tears
now this shit might be true or not
one thing's for certain
i've since written some poems
and always been keeping an empty glass nearby
I was wondering if the scarf made last year
feels warm and soft to your neck
holding above the chin I have bitten and kissed
or
if the Victorian blanket I knitted
covers well your knees
the ones I caressed when they were sore and bruised and bleeding
or
if you’re still listening to
the carol I sang in a lower key
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