Fermented Fruit

There is no need for anything to end,
Although everything must die.
Suppose one day I lift my gaze,
All onyx and obsidian,
To find I cannot brush your cheeks
With stardust fire,
To find I cannot stop the world
Within those iced-mercury eyes,
To find I cannot, dare not say it,
Press my tongue into a cliche
And bring it back laden in
Fermented fruit?
You belong to my smiles and whispers,
I don't want to abuse you.
And if one day I lose those
Corridors and dragon dens
Between black-bleeding heartstrings,
Then let me, darling, let me
Fade away.