Spire Amore - Pride Before Fall

This is one of my poems, I figure would post one of my own, before I begin reviewing as I'm quite a harsh one, but honest. This way you can review mines if ya wish after :).

Spire Amore - Pride Before Fall

Surreal sketches built upon by ancient races, who touched the eye of us all
climbs so high we never fear, to fall, to weep, to finger the clouds and watch
them release, drip of lust from nubleus sex, from high up in Babel we came
laughed at the Gods, cried to the cosmos, felt the feathers from Icarus
wings; fall of youthful ambition and pride, soaring to ground in kamikaze stroke.

As the liquid metal merges with the breeze, and the sudden sensation,
of communication, fondles the ears, it grips the cortex, and coordinates
our digits, as they reach for the Temple up high. Slaves to the waters,
to heavens, to us all, begged on by the nature we share. Given life by
our crime, like Bonny and Clyde we shall die... but not for now the
entity whispers as it commands the tango to go on.

Walls scaled, ladders thrown, catapult set, with the naked love melting
through the fire, the hot coals scorching his neck. It's then it's breached
and all torn down, the army marches in bloodied and hurt; a rallying cry
rings through the field, the standards lain torn and trodden with message
of growing freedom.

We reach the edge our rags now torn, we reach the edge, worn scribes
talk of the exploits, lusters of life, lovers of depth, we scream torrid
wild screams. Beasts from within send us forth, an act of utter defiance
to the deities of old. The tower phallic and peircing the womb of Gaia.

Storms deep in the night, soaked by elicted gasps, the sweet saline ocean,
goes with our growing desire, to free from it all, I'm your Knight in shining
amore, the tongues of fire heat your hearth, my own sword unsheathed.
The Powers that Be, see this attack on their authority, on their laws and
guidance, not as the heaven gates to our drifting heart.

Electrity runs through my lips, as we finally end this dance.

Finally the desire, goes intense,
the fire burns, it begins to speed
through currents we go and feeling
grow, moans build.

In prayer of mind and body,
giving ourselves to the most sacred
emotions, the rocking tempest,
deaf to our state, civilization
collapsing between our war
on generic morality.

The sky darkened to a endless night, as flames of fire fall,
lightning rages over the spire, rains falls for days and nights
the tower piercing the opening of the night. Day turns to
night and night to day and while the city ruins end up
in Atlantien depths two figures and in the act of the
ultimate cost.

Lost in the eyes of the soul,
struggling to escape the trance
as acts of love send salty rain
from the bodies, breathing,
groaning, begging for the
sun to shine.

Eager fingers dance on the back,
like creepy crawlies they continue
to go, scratching the flesh. With
spiders weaving a web between
our two sacred sex, a union and
act of a finger to God.

The web sticky and wet.

Precise designs on the flesh,
symbols of ying or yang,
eruption from deep centre
volcanic pleasure.

Heart beat touches on the danger line, monitor the survival,
monitor our life. The tower now in flames as finally Babel
insult has been noted.

Down goes the tower, in flame and strife, a lover kiss
and final embrace, as the fire eternally devours.

A bright icon, engulfed in embers;
in a everlasing kiss they both kneel,
frozen forever in gold.

I like it. What its exactly about.. I cannot put my finger on. I don't think I want to put my finger on it. xD But other than that, its a great piece of work! Would love to see more from you.