Rose-Gold Verses.

Your offer is intriguing, but I can’t be sure

of the nature of your sly verses. Oh dear,

duch dulcet lyrics are surely impure.

Luminous lyrics slither from your maw

and litters my form with a hunger so clear.

Your offer is intriguing, but I can’t be sure.

How fast I grow bored of this lifeless décor

while I dwell in the solitude of this scorching sphere.

Such dulcet lyrics are surely impure.

Do I crave the gaze of my heart's abductor?

Or does this thirst stem from the blue feel of this lair?

Your offer is intriguing, but I can’t be sure.

A great sorrow would hold my mother, I’m sure,

if she knew your verses could render me unaware;

such dulcet lyrics are surely impure.

Perhaps I fancy the manner in which you implore,

Fancy your eyes that scorch me with fury I adore.

You’re offer’s intriguing, but I can’t be sure,

such dulcet lyrics are surely impure.