Beloved Gothic.

You are the evening sky.
You are all these stars.
You are this moon.

Gazing upon you,
you elevate me.

Achieving ascension
in your eyes.

Entranced from the pristine innocent
into the unfathomably dirty.

Drawn into you, absolutely.

See to it we don’t meet
again
as you would own me

and, if you allow, endure
a plethora of my sins.