I Love

I love the taste upon her lips,

      I love the new disease.

I love the feeling that she brings

when she can’t feel at ease.

 

I love to feel her beating heart

      pulsating in my palm,

I love to feel her trembling kiss,

      so nervous and alarmed.

 

I love her precious, fevered hands

      when she cannot let go.

I love to show her all the things

      that she has never known.

 

I love the nervousness she feels

      while reading me her soul.

I love the tenderness she shows

      before I take control.

 

But finally I understand

      their meaning and their sin—

Though god the father’s at the door,

      we never let him in:

We lie each night in happiness

      that death could not forsake,

And spend each newborn sunlit day

      inside our happy place.

 

Perhaps one day in paradise

      whilst walking down the sand,

You’ll see our smiles upon the stars

      as we lie, holding hands.

You’ll listen as our ghosts retell

      our love and our romance,

And to the humming of our hearts

      our flaming souls will dance.