A lover's berceuse

My center, my vessel, my lovely diffraction,  
singer of my soul and caster of stars.  
I bleed passion, pressing my tender tips  
to that long, graceful neck.  
 
A gift of pain for a gift of pleasure,  
a crest of ethereal light for an obscure heart.  
Oh, how it hurts to love you,  
but that voice...  
 
And those curves;  
I hold them so close, a lover's embrace.  
Sorrow's saccharine lullaby  
resonates between us.  
 
And I am in love.  
 
 
(Artwork: John Markese)