Behind veiled minds, shapes vex open and shut in delicate sway;
moving to meticulous harmony, often misplacing understanding,
narrowly, missing margins of discontent.

Moments lost in struggles of stretch and pull weakens fragile equilibrium
compounding into reasons of no logic or consequence, bewildered
by the total sum of US.

Your ache acknowledged, by a body that longs to burn fires, to touch,
again and again, over and over until skin bursts forth into melodramatic flames,
coveting thoughts of our bodies getting it on to its entirety.

Wearisome desires of want, exhaust beyond measures of frustration,
running from gentle sways of to and fro' oft over-whelms 'dizzy and fraying release me'

My love - lend your heart to sacred whispers lest we  are swallowed by reason of no logic,
leaving us  dismayed, apt to vulnerability, resulting in suffocated flames.

Upon our human form, allow our burn in aches and longing - souls know of no boundaries
except the eternal, totality completion of we.

I ache for you!