Tenebrae

I call you Tenebrae
You are my one solid
Amongst dust motes
And spider legs.
You are my true love,
My Christ, My Orchis.
Oh Romeo! Oh Bacchus!
It is your lips from which I sip a thick, vulgar wine.
You, the first, the last,
The found and the lost
With a star between your brow.
It is your breadth I wish to cross,
You breath I wish to breathe.
Oh Shadow! Oh Dark!
The sky is falling!
10,000 gods.
They are kamikaze men.
They are green with all they've seen
Of your grandeur.