Steampunk Inspired..

You are entitled to this
admit to this lip scowling pressure
of gaslight romance
as it trickles down to all my deepest secrets
I whisper with every bit of discretion
I have in this corsetted crux
It touches lace and satin
I hack it straight out and
present to you
a delicately strangled heart
In your gloved hand it throbs
into condolences
for what was robbed
If only we could carry on to retrieve
the lilac flow of years
and litter our grounds with them
Purple essence would permeate
into interaction
Our skeletons interface in the haze
I just want to roll
and console below the navel