Jibardi

She bites me, i ask her why, her lips are like the moon, she looks me in the eye, doves sing in orange trees, sooth a city's roaring tunes, a snuffled worn out creed, scenes from other lousy fights, fire raging trying to sooth, in other bars other nights, more than any other queen, she adores this pale room, where she learns to tease, silent rituals are her right, she wraps herself in blue, under fears of dying, a breeze slips between the ruins, lifts me through the sights, is what it takes to love, in fallen paradise ?