You have gone - like the cool breeze in more temperate times.

I thirst with the depth of a desert,
     wide and exposed to the sun a thousand years. 
Parched, barren, with no flower of love, no water of life.

My hunger gnaws at the ribs of my soul as I contemplate a life
     devoid of your kiss, 
The taste of you on my lips, like nectar, 
To bless a feast for the gods themselves.

Promethean curse, chained to this desire by day 
Life plucked from my bones by the desolation of my soul! 
At night to burn for your touch, your caress, your life-giving love; 
My flesh restored by the dream only to be pierced by the dawn's light
     as I hear the harpy's cry.

But still, I have hope, 
That the one truth we hold dear even life's only hope, 
May collect our souls and our love thrive. 

Charon's dark curse be broken, and,
In passion fueled by hearts that as one buoy us up, ever up!

To that pinnacle so sweet until over we fall
     into each other's arms - fast asleep!