Hellish Eternity of Love

I thought the heaviness of the years was mercury enough to kill,

Inventing stories from the secret garden to cleanse the blood,

Hiding treasures in the vault beset for only the imagination,

Becoming endless and eternal with the red rouge and plumpness,

Winning over the house of the tree of knowledge,

And spreading my wings over its beaten sun,

With songs of restlessness and worry,

Of starched diction and repetitive melancholy,

Floating on the clouds of misery of memory,

And falling deep into the redness of hell’s bounty,

Where my fiery instinct comes alive,

And the promise of my smoking flesh,

Is more than all the reason to live in the eternity,

Of the eternity with you.