For Emilia by Elliot Borges
The Phyrric victory of lovers wrapped inside each other's lies,
Cannibalistic rivers eating each other away ,
Venturing to dance, turning marriage into murder and murder into art,
Your self-evading image etched in his flesh,
A revelation upon which you wither and fall.
God bless you for the hearts you break with every moan,
The derelict child with a heart burning for a stranger,
You're too tired so you'll choose Hell over me,
Oh well I tried,
To let my beauty find refuge in you,
To cage your beauty within my shadow,
To find your pulse locked in a rusty box of tin,
A flower attracting lust, vice and sin.
Well do you want to wait here or leave with me tonight?
Cross our hearts and pray the ocean will carry us all the way in,
As evening sighs and rises up against the cruel sky-line,
I'll remember fondly how fair and fay as the sun you were that evil day,
We must have been the first ones on earth to reach the edge of the world,
But the heartache made us feel alive all the while,
I bet you carve up hearts when you get centre stage,
Come on! Let me know what you're like.