Naked

[The Curse of Unrest]

My finitudes basked in vast eclipse
bejeweled and well lit as the seed passed her fruitful lips
the restless skies were witness to her soft parade
of eyes shut tight and fingers coming to grips
drenched we were in red wine
with her blood red ones on mine

[Umbra]

An age of innocence in sombre velvet of bliss
a look that shot through the hay and the heavens amiss
every breath snatched between the death of birth
perched atop the fields of carnal abyss
stood the faded mist and flowers so jaded
Born was she, yet I was so naked.