Allo miso (other half)

Sadness is not a burden, but a virtue. It is
my sole possession and I carry it as I carry blatant
vulnerabilities. I adorn my languid flesh in paltry rags,
without them I am bare.

The frosted grey of my eyes are cinereous reflections  
and I weep as you trace my tears with silvered tongue.
Taste my sadness, drink my lament cabernet
and quench your ardent dacryphilia.

My lover, without you I breathe moiety
even as we are destined to remain nameless between
star and moon. We embrace the agony of bestial sins,
keeping them secreted behind Cimmerian shade.

My reverie is grievous, and does not soothe me.
It brings the scent of you on a harsh winter wind,
keeping us forever distant behind sheltered valleys,
snow capped peaks, and emerald groves.

I would trade them all if only I could fall into
your arms once more.
  
eisai to allo mou miso....