Paradox

He's a paradox of light
Creeping through clarity
The spectrum of truth
In a stroke of temerity

He's the silence of death
The austerity of life
The violence of pain
The simplicity of a smile

His skin is my blanket;
It guards my breath
I feel my blood veins
Throbbing in his chest

I'm drugged with his smell
Intoxicated with his voice
The torture is bestial
And I need no choice

He's my mirror of perfection
My canvas for creation
The oxygen in the air
My reason for destruction