Promises of the Essence
And so by separation are we made weak
vulnerable to the whimperings of desire and need
and so upon its knees
begs
and pleads
for this love to be appeased
Save me from the closed lipped angels
the feathers of their wings
to trace my name upon her skin
Obsession tingles through the roots of my fingers
captivates my soul to the moist kiss
and by their separation am I made weak
vulnerable assuage these whimpered needs
crumpled and plagued in fevered night sheets
all the cacoethes within a heart beat
Stumble I indeterminate
craving the hot flush of her eyes
lost am I in the tease of her ecstasy
where else can I be
yet still weave inner the twine of passionate
A wasteland of concupiscence in her absence
trembles a tentative agony
temptations by her whispers of love
her promises of the essence
sacred text written in naked sensuousness
Save me from those angels
save me from the beauty of their wings
to chase her name upon my skin
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