Tracing your wound with my lips,
I'm plunged by a piece of
a broken dream.
The knife of romance
concealed deep within
is pressed against
my half-formed skin .
The night is without
consolation.
I want you to rip it apart
with your kiss.
You are the last romanticist left .
Slice it up.
To the bottom of my heart...
darling.
I want my heart broken
each time I fall in love
to discover the afterimage of angels .