Like a god in a dream
Dowsed in gold and ichor.
Your crown is heavy.
Your neck is weak.
The heavenly bodies that you are
Bow down to your beauty,
Surrender to your omnipotent being.
You carry the sun on your back,
The stars envy the glow of your mind.
The words your lips form,
To the abyss of your reflection-
Words that are too cruel to be kind.
To be lost in the euphoria of this bliss,
This paper doll,
Oh, can you lift pain from pleasure?
Make the heavenly departure of joy from suffering?
Are my tears clear enough for you?
I am asking what does my love mean-