Introduction to a violation - A Poem Suited for Smart Phones

In this cold purple midnight light,
You have become so frigidly still, an
Unearthly beautiful icon  of an esoteric,
Church, my faith, you,
Heavenly summa of created nature,
Even my future tumors are smiling,
Upon your barely developed chest,
Upon your thighs, upon your hands,
Upon the sweet beads of sweat on your,
Angelic pale mulberry lips.

There's such painful sorrow,
In these carnal crimes,
I am about to be committing,
In taking but not owning,
In loving by destroying,
In never transcending,
The free floating core,
Of our iridescent selves