romanesque, gothic

Your shadow looms
Over our petrified nerves,
Your darkness bright-
Eyed, imposing.

You swallow my
Youth and I give you my hands,
My empty palms,
Both knees crooked.

I had only
Wished for a moment to spare,
But the Bells shook
In my cardiac,

Clanging against
Your chest, until your shaking
Is my shaking,

until your shade
melts us together.

Experiments on meter and capitalization. Must relearn sonnets.