Departing of Scars

How did you slip into my roam?

where chaos aches and stars
bleed into weathered glows

worn and fickle, we tempt security
with insecure banter and tickled winks
ranting chants and seismic kinks

into each other's cathedrals, we run free
into me is you, and I’m falling for your symphony

touching bliss, where no hesitance exists
four curved lips, arching as a kaleidoscopic wisp

as a poured amour, scares away
the scars that we hold,

I taste your lips,
inhaling your filament,
my formidable firmament
is hexed by an amore
that sways as a fulcrum of gold,

for you for me
stars do bleed
when we tumble
as a singularity.