In this paradise of blood
Where the sun can never shine
I’ll try to keep us intertwined
And we will try to find a way

I come for white-hot, falling stars
I come for red hearts beating truth
I’ve loved you in this long, long night
Like the light that I once knew

In a silence with no shadow face
Stands a statue with no arms
I dream of losing pronouns
Picture perfect, proper place

Now I’ve changed my mind again
What ever is a poet’s love
in a perfect paradise of blood?
Please
run your fingers down my forearm.
I’ll run my fingers through your hair.