Thinking of the one I love...

A rustle of lace, of velvet and silk
Warm brown and unbroken
Dust some cinnamon on the earth
A breath of ivy
Kiss the leaves
The crypt is longing for love
For hate and clinging to depression
Enganglement in roses
Satin ocean
Bleed your sand into the earth
A mysterious dusk
Brown bottles filled with sugar
A drop of blood
In a wilted snow drop
Fed with desire from the crushed opal
A dream wrapped in old lace