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