The Lovers' Paradox

to share the sparse
warmth of your thighs
but then to my
own crude design
you said with grace
(and on the sly)
to(on the low)
and therefore lie
our lovers grace
this subtle place
this lovely taste
of every sigh
and sweat of years
(though shallow tears)
in secrets bloodthirst
of thine demise
would come to meet
(and thus then greet)
upon this sky of woven lies