A Love Letter in Five Distinct Sections

Eta Carinae,  

1.      Avowal  
 
For every moment of my life that lead me, here, to you. For every ragged step upon ground that bled me, for every effort. For every obstacle I climbed to find the laughing face of another, greater, impediment beyond. For every betrayal that burned a gaping hell mouth into the nadir of my tender heart. For everything I suffered, in days of endless longing hours, in grievous despair I drowned, in gall effrontery and that which I swallowed down, for there was no other remedy. In blows that sallowed, blackened and stiffened my flesh, biting in to score columned bone. In tormentuous flame that seared my flesh and whose relentless fangs followed me into dreams, where I could find no relief. In loss, of fallen, beloved brothers and of former loves, whose light is bromidic and wane by comparison to you, and all that made me into the man who has sufficiently awakened to appreciate the miraculous gift of an intimate abode within your heart. For all this, my love, I am thankful.  
 
Feet and breath  
Storm the  
Stairs of  
Hierarchical  
Tones  
Scattering  
Covalent  
Interstellar dust  
 
Bands of  
Zodiacal light  
Splinter  
Into a riot of  
Horizontal  
Vibration  
Whose  
Vertical  
Atmospherics  
Simultaneously  
Climbs  
The visible  
Spectrum  
 
Damocles  
Precariously hung  
Dagger  
Thrust into the  
Vacant eye  
Of the door  
Just beneath the  
Knob  
A moment before  
Airglow  
Processes in the  
Upper  
Effluvium  
 
Atropos  
Disperses cosmic  
Spears from her  
Lambent halo  
 
..  
 
2.      Encomium  
 
You are brilliance beyond my meager allotment of comprehension, composed of unknowable, unfathomable depths. You are the mysterious lunar lady of the night and your love is the daystar. You nurture me. You guide me. Your tenderness touches me. Your simplest expressions of desire, stir a fire in my loins. Your heart is wise and giving. You inspire me. I am yours. Body. Mind. Soul.  
   
She holds the  
Last  
Light of encroaching  
Evening  
Between  
Heart and  
Hands  
Whispering  
In a rhythmic  
Dance of  
Willowly  
Windswept  
Flame  
 
Thorns  
Trail the descending  
Spiral of her  
Gossamer  
Gown  
 
In hard shadow which  
Holds her  
Fast  
As strong  
Bindings  
 
..  
 
3.      Impulsion  
 
In the core of my bestial being, I hold such appetite, to know your every flavour, more intimately than my own life. To compose an aria of your moans, gasps and inhalations. I close my eyes and imagine your hands touching my face, your lips grazing mine, closing gently, parting, whispering your desire into my mouth. I ache to thrust my red iron into the forge that blazes within your soaking aperture of wanton arousal. Erect a monument to my ardor within your womb and shake your body from its housing of delicate, sculpted womanly flesh to the interior bands of stretching, arcing muscle, down to the rough skeleton it is formed upon. The press of your mouths against me is a constant aching gravity that pulls me in a gnawing geas to feel your hips, thighs and quim grind me to jism and grist. I want to die in a penultimate moment of fucking you just before the empyrean temple burns and crashes in wailing tatters around us, hold you in the bosom of oblivion, where there is nothing but me within you and you enveloping me.  
 
Clock wears a cyclic  
Mustache  
Whose  
Automaton  
Arms  
Murder  
Minutes  
With callous  
Efficiency  
 
Eyes draw her  
Silhouette  
Upon the  
Reverse  
Of their  
Lids  
 
Canine teeth  
Puncture my  
Lower  
Lip  
Blood  
Blooms  
Drips  
Upon the  
Petals  
 
Tightly  
Grasp my  
Organ  
By the  
Neck  
Until dead  
 
I turn  
As pages  
Upon my  
Bed  
 
..  
 
4.      Confession  
 
Corruption permeates everything, cracks in everything and the enigma of everything is that it is best defined by its flaws. Search me from end to end and you will not find a single surface therein, which is not cracked, which is not a motley assemblage of flaws, a mosaic of random moments, spot decisions, poor foresight and long reaching ramifications. I am, sometimes, overbold, and my foot makes a miraculous leap into my mouth. I wish it had been more of the comical outcome, than the unfortunate. I am, sometimes, too reserved, and opportunities pass me by. I am a man whom, at this stage of my life, is of modest means and whose home and possessions are of meager value and luster. And yet, my mind is keen and perhaps a bit wider of perspective, than is common. My body is tall, eyes gentle and knowing, shoulders broad. My heart is true, beats fiercely with desire, for more, and for you. Is yet tender, untrammeled, after everything that brought me here, to this moment, where I have found, in you, a love worthy of transformation.  
 
The march of  
Hours is  
A chorus of  
Merciless  
Chemical reactions  
And recombined  
Photoionized atoms  
 
Mementos gathered  
Upon the  
Mantle  
Liquor bottles  
Emptied of  
Contents  
Refilled with  
Memory  
 
Years draw a  
Ravine upon my  
Brow in  
Serrated  
Margins  
 
A cloak of patchwork  
Kaleidoscopic  
Colors is  
Slowly  
Sewn by  
Clotho  
Which  
Lachesis  
Lifts and  
Sets  
Upon my  
Shoulders  
 
..  
 
5.      Aspiration  
 
You are brilliance beyond my meager allotment of comprehension, and yet, I will burn out my retinas to gaze upon you and hold a shadow of your image in my mind’s eye. You are composed of unknowable, unfathomable depths, and yet, I will delve into you until my lungs burst and I am utterly crushed.  You are the mysterious lunar lady of the night sky and I am your servant, whose gaze rises each night to catch a glimpse of your soft, radiant face, however much of it you will reveal, on any given evening. Your love is the daystar, whose furious face I will worship madly. You nuture me and I want to protect you, keep you safe in the bosom of my strength and love. You guide me and I want to heal your wound. I want to make you whole. Your tenderness touches me, strikes a resounding chord, more deeply than anything I have felt before. Your simplest expressions of desire, stir a fire in my loins that I would quench over and over within your velvet depths. Your heart is wise and giving and it ignites in me the love I now pour unto the page, for all to see. You inspire me, filling me with your radiant spirit. I am yours, body, mind, soul, and I want you. I want you to be mine.  
 
These lines  
Lance the  
Encroaching  
Night  
Secure their  
Wings of fallen  
Feathers  
Held by  
Nothing  
More  
Than  
Glue and  
Promise  
Of ascension  
 
These words  
Take flight and broach  
Distance  
As ships launched toward  
Unknown shores  
With hope  
As their singular  
Guiding  
Star  
 
Sincerely,  
 
R Sculptoris  
 
..  
 
A Love Letter in Five Distinct Sections:  
(with poetic accompaniment)  
By  
Daniel Christensen