On Her Purity

Strange of all your enigmatic
seasons
I find your purity
the sexiest

a veil is to accentuate
not hide away
to wait for the words
should I now soil myself

I yearn for you
in solitude
the invisible prison
that keeps night from day

as the wine is mixed
part lust & part ideal
the lovely sisters wander
hand in hand through the Eden of Iblis

should I remove my hand
from the furnace
simply because it hurts
and that's all

what a fool
he would say, the stonecutter
what harm is it
that the lovers
of the world
might learn the language
of poets

Original Edit:

Strange, of all the enigmatic
changes,
I found your purity
the sexiest.

The invisible prison
that keeps night from day.

Should I remove my hand
from the furnace
simply because it hurts
and that's all.

What a fool,
he would say,
the one who carves
my name into eternity.