love and beauty

where you gasped last for breath
the home that we know.
in the most abstract sense,
where i last loved the most.
and there within the mists
of your embrace, i lived.

a dream from my untouched past
of all the pain that i own,
hidden in a shoe box, not locked,
the dream that i know not a dream
forces infinite needles into my soul.
no longer does the smell of your
dried blood linger in my mind.

so you have left the garden,
drifting further to oblivion.
softly Venus whispered slowly,
in the mindless state of ecstasy.
the rest do not feel her beauty
certitude and conviction that i saw
Goddess, return. drive me again
to the sweet rapture you breathe.