Him, The Galaxy and The Darkness

Painted With Gold

You kiss me like you'll never again see sunrise.
 You hold me close so I don't get swept away with the tide.


Why must you love me so? 
I thought you had let me go?


I had believed that times had changed; that I was too reckless and foolish to grasp such a thing as golden skin. 


You were too strong, laced with muscle and glory, dignified in your right to be the glorious champion.


I've grown heavy and weak in your arms.
 Tied down by surprise and memory.
 Slowed by blood and sand. 
Until crippled, beyond the point of hope of recovery.


Neon lights and fast, lonely highways won't save me now. 
All the ropes have been unbound.


You will pound concrete walls and tear open your fists of blood. 
I will kiss your warrior hands and stay crippled, but mesmerized by your physical and mental strength.


Envious of your willpower and strong wired jaw. 


You hold me like the ocean's tide.
You kiss me and it sets me alight as if you were the sun.


I have been keeping my eyes closed, now open they are blurry, but I see your skin, painted with gold, shimmering by your own light.
 And radiating the sweetness of your eyes and tenderest touches, sharing with me your darkest desires.


Dreams of setting fire to the cold sea, and of wrapping me up in satin from Venus. 
Only stripping the velvet of the softest pieces,
 draping them across the marble floor, where we danced and sang for more.


Clouds broke and the heavens weeped in your glorious victory

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Power was your esteem and gold was your painted skin.

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Inspired by the show Spartacus. X