moonflower

i dedicate to you, a single moon flower, pristine ivory petals delicately resting upon its fruit, arrangement reminiscent of the stars in your eyes. vines curling amongst the thick foliage of the vast woods in which giants roam, in this land of fantasy where i bloom, just for you, at the darkest hours of the night, where my affections lay.

i dedicate to you, this pearl of lune, even as it spills out of my lungs, reducing me to a heaving, beautiful mess with its vines creeping into my heart, wrenching out whatever there is left of this love, taking seed in this hollow cavity of a body which longs, yet is not to ever receive.

i dedicate to you, the mourning's glory, as when the dawn arrives, i will no longer be here. i have expended the last of my beauty, joining the fallen, as beasts once more rule these lands, as i lay in desolate hope,

as i await my new saviour.