Beauty

Spotted in gold and reddened blue
Your lips, my love, with lies prepared
And colored cries, half tones confused,
Silence the soaring and muffle despair

All rests, my love, as I know that it should
Lashes brushing white cheeks,
Salty pinks swallowed heart
Kneeling now, my love, they burn, grow good
Licking wicks of truth shape the hues of this part--

Molded into silence...
my love...
into Silence.