#raikien

                          the truth is a rule to bend,     a ruse to the past...      just to lay with the woman in white, rustled sheets,    with bare shoulders and rose - kissed lips,      with scars and cicatrices linger that upon delicate flesh,     like inscriptions of a sacred salvation.       yet,    there’s a time where divine retribution comes to meet lies,    it’s suffocating and yet it's sweet satisfaction from the truth,     welcoming heliotropes on a grave.     her hand laced within the shogun’s,    covet ideals breathe around them,     and they echo hymns of a mistress and a eternal god together.         but such is a gaze of the willows above,     staring at violaceous skies riddled with lightning...       “     do you hate me?    “      you lied to me.         “     are we over?     “        yet i’ve always known.       “     i suppose i’ve gotten too soft for you.     “       ...                                   it’s those words that are dripped from lips,     soothe a melody of shuffled covers,      soft sounds,      now silent.         now their reticence is stifling,      a rift in captivated tongues.        what are you thinking?       if i were to slip into your brain,       swarm and infest like maggots,      make a home in the very crevices and folds...       what would i find?       she’s knelt in front of them,        chest to chest,       sweat glistens like stars above...       what would i find?        “     you need me within your proximity.    “         perhaps it’s a declaration,        with gentle hands linger on their skin.       along soft curves and details of a past long gone,       till they meet around her neck,      one to brush thumb against the warmth of cheeks...             soon her slow kiss once again is on baal’s lips,      her name on her tongue that breaches,       her love potent.       as kinu parts,      once more...      a point proven,      a pact bestowed.                              “      you need me.    “              as i need you.