Amontillado

I love you until the cask's run empty.

Our silver silhouettes 

dance on the walls.

Hushing sounds begin 

to escape our skins.

Leaving lust to be

our only sin.

Tense and beautiful.

Gritting teeth,

shaping my physique.

Shaken from collision

being brought to

my attention.

Shattering my bones

from every binding

grip you hold.

Touch me with your 

gentle caress.

Quivering lost tastes,

and your lifeless embrace.

I'm in love what can

I say ?

Beauty is an unlawful

construction molding

into ones only prey.

Complexity will permit

fragments of obscurity.

And I will remember

the footsteps that 

you and I have once taken.

Disregarding all my misfortunes 

that I will one day mistaken.

Enchanting to be an aquatint.

Even more exciting to be apart

of something quite more pure.

Words have been held against 

my will. 

My love will be your account 

to make you a sure.

Libating Amontillado.

Dissipated in all since

of unnatural terms.

String your lights

in all of your

brightness,

you will earn.

Cask of Medoc and De Grave.

Mainly unstable. 

Grasp the flambeaux,

to guide you threw

the catacombs;

placed in the way,

crouch the shifting silence;

its much to low.

My connoisseur,

precious.

My love.

My conical cap. 

Place me in a crypt.

Pour nitre around my

cold descendants.

Let it flow currently

forward to withhold 

when you chisel and carve 

my script.

We'll live in a vintage

setting.

Bring along our barbaric actions,

and we'll live forever

like no other.

I promise for as long as

my lovely bones

still progress within time,

I'll wear the raquelare

for you are the 

various air.

Screen in our vaults.

and our carnival will

burn bright.

I will be the death when

we fault.

The casks will run empty

and we will sleep.

Endlessly I will 

love thee.

Author's Note

I must say, this is one of the most mature poem i have ever written. Critizism is mostly apreciated ! (: