Deviant with that saintly demeanor,
what have you done to me?
Immaculate portraits show no evil,
sinless lips speak of no misdeeds.

And yet!

You've rammed yourself past my barricades,
coaxed your presence into my world.
Desecrating my soul, humbling me with your impiety.
The mirrors to your animus are fogged, damn near
broken.

When I dream, I dream of you,
dream of you engorged in Hellfire,
your skin disintegrating among an ocean aglow,
and in my slumber, I am cloaked in bliss.

And yet!

In reality,
I still gaze at your chest with every exhale,
watch as your skin sinks into your form
as you engulf yourself with the stardust
forever buoyant in the air we breathe.

I still memorize the fine points of your face,
heed the way your nose sits disconnected,
mind the way your lips are poised in that finished pout,
observe the petite beauty mark settled on your cheek.

Hear-hear! You've championed me;
I am yours, evermore.