Tear Strewn

You plant the wildest blooms within my breast:    
Beauty for you to reap with every breath;
If every single thought that you expressed  
Would bud triumphantly; then, like a leaf,  
Detached by summer breezes from belief,  
But canopied by your loving embrace,  
I'd simply lose my fear and all the grief  
I felt when you were gone: my tear strewn face  
Is but a memory, I've half forgot;  
And, yet, I half remember it as well;  
The nightmares after dark are really not  
For furnaces or graveyards; I can tell  
When blooms are twisted, thorns within my flesh  
Bring me sad beauty in your final breath;  
   
Before you spurt your come into my womb;  
You just pull back requited, as you seed  
New life from little death; and, very soon,  
I know that you will feel a further need:  
The cycle will begin again: you pluck  
My body from the arbour of your dreams,  
With thorns and stolen tears and our rough fucks,  
That make you roar and add so to the screams  
My mouth emits - when you are deep inside;  
And thrust so deeply; I can never cease  
To feel your balls and my cunt lips collide,    
When I lie back; a sense of inner peace  
Just seems to last for ever, as I swoon;
And recollect the way my tears were strewn...