Cultivate

sink me deep into

foreign collisions.

Craved

the carbon of

Her.

I,

assess the elements of my casket.

Her silence

Consent to my dissolve

Pain and suffering are not the same.

But they are lovers.

To her,

I was not

a foreign concept.

Familiar was my love.

She slipped

me her power,

And I would be her sir

She named me

God,

allowed heaven to

age the distance

Which future shall she possess?

Since she he no longer longed for me.

She named me

silent,

retrieved

my humanity.

She was now God,

crown of thorns,

She let go entirely.