Lust

My one last wish,
Is to be locked in the torment your arms will bring.
As we die together,
Inflamed and torn beneath the burning sun,
Scorched by our shadows,
Writhing in an entombed agony-
Longing for the release that will never come.
Our pain is our passion,
We kill for it.
And our regret at the break of dawn is loneliness.
You live to die,
I die for one last touch.
But before we are freed, we are to be sacrificed.
Embalmed as the blood runs,
From our bodies,
Deep into the thirsting Earth.
Where we will return.
Until love's urge beats her incessant wings,
Upon out still beating hearts.