My Ache

From my anima (heard in a female voice)

I ache for your mind

Your metaphorical touch

My name on your lips

gives my soul such a rush

Every thought,

a lightning strike

that sets me aflame

Our connection

an electrical storm

of the mind

That can never be explained

I ache to paint him

in every shade of sin

offering myself as communion

Velvet salvation

wraps 'round iron prayers

One last petal

kept fully resurrected

Waiting for you

as grace slips through fire

And let the angels watch on;

our display of damnation colliding

time and time again