Inscription

Culled from within these deepest recesses

A deep-buried desire awakens

Where sheet and sweet flesh conspire

To trace the night over morning

To grace my eyes with overexposure

A world where touch pierces the skin

Reaches within, and exposes every nerve

Sensation breaches the surface of iced lakes

Whose depths hid long before, these waking moments

Who now thrash at the shoulders

Clash at the borders, of the mortal and the divine

Keeping time in breaths withheld

Each drawn line an invitation to hell

Where pleasure stills all else and swells

The vein, a cleansing rain to clear away the day

Before the evening storm comes to take her fill

Chaos in the eye, purity on the vine

A secret communique between the flesh and mind

A breath on the neck, a poison mainlined

That awakens, intoxicates, and weakens defenses

Each moment dressed as an invitation

To her chambers, where every expelled effort

Demands more, draws her thighs to my hips

A quiver, nails draw blood to the surface

Her whisper-breaths lead me in

Every touch ignites the eyes

As this wondrous death invokes in the flesh

A fire somewhere beneath the ash

Where worlds are formed of passion

And glass-eyed addiction, and encase in them

The powerful and potent, whose keys open every door

Though he dares lie imprisoned within her eyes a moment

And inscribe upon her skin, an offering rarely given

I, enthralled by your gifts, captivated by this presence

Offer a view to which precious few have been witness

Whose depths lie far beneath the surface

Whose flames kiss the waves into mist

That the rain may rise before them

And mark these skies where I  

Step light, but burn bright

In my trespasses within.