You are the funeral of love

flushed cheeks faded long ago into ice
and you and your secret sensuous innocence
glass walls trapping sunlight in darkened eyes
onyx black swallowing me whole
vile kisses with sinful lips

devour my heart with delicious lies and promises
though i know love is dead in those lustful eyes
my heart still bears fruit of your name
whispering into the rising dusk
to me, to me, mon amor, to me

and so
if every breath was a wish, 
i'd give you all of me.

(revised and rewritten)

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