as I lie

our secret pact
rises each day in spite
of ourselves
unknown even to us
it has cast its spell
and turned our hearts into
driven soldiers
who find warmth beneath
a stay of trees
when the battle has grown
old and weary of fighting
for ideas that circle
and rot our minds
we find a new day
always after the next
ending in each others arms
our pact of death
is a pact of light
suffering each other
against the wind driven
desires of our flesh
woven together in fabric
enough to find beauty
at times when it is lost
but our pact of hearts
is not a pact of minds
the apple sits balancing
teetering upon my head
my eyes look up catching
it as it almost falls
shoot me at the right
time - I said
kill me as I kill myself
but you keep missing
wounding me and passing
by with words and tears
not this time
living in hell almost
seems like heaven
as you lift your lance
to fight and destroy
and lovingly fill
the hole between my eyes
I crave your arms
and kisses upon my back
as I lie falling asleep
to live and die
with every stroke
of my breath

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