the love i have to give will not die with me

Sweet, melancholic, pink catharsis
I love you just the way you are
We are machines
Traversing our flesh and blood
Bone and dreams through generations
Of starspun bodily trauma
That does not know the bounds
Of any earthly love

You are the sound
Of lips caressing
And arms holding warm bodies
And every time I hear that sound
My spirit blossoms
So irresistibly
My cold heart pines for your ardent sweetness

This may be my last breath
But I want you to know
That you made it all worthwhile