He knows she is cinnamon

Two worlds
one
darkly thrust in the forbidden
secretly delirious
tearingly tortured.
the other
all picturesque goodness
rightfully joyous
stable, known comfort.
The tussle begins and ends in him
for her
She knows she cannot breathe the meadows
of his heart
although they dream the same,sometimes
of burnt-edged pages in ancient books
fingers tracing the archaic magic
on each other's open mouths
soft tongues
Words
rocking their unleashed bodies
thrumming in trembling hands of desperation
biting into their volcanic flesh
She shares the rage within
and keeps it close
As only he knows