styx & stones

nine lives and rivers ago,
we belonged to the world of the living.
but tonight we are the paradise lost,
and we laugh as we burn eden alive.
(the secrets in the trees are screaming)

smoke curls round your words like sultry translations
and i believe every silent, simmering word,
aching as they drop like stones into my heart.
i throb with every beat.

you taste like the lethe, darling.
and oh,
how I have grown to love this darkness.