unease have I slept these past months.
Her stride burning bright the confines of my dreams,
leashing this perfec tion.
stands atop wondrous pyres.
You breathe eternal that no
fascination do I covet thee so.
And I have thirsted to bathe
among the dan cing of your
No encumbrance embracing your swell,
for no barrier could contain.
Only in mor bid imaginings have
I dreamt of this cremation,
ash to your unending tenure.
I who have awoken such madness ask
of appeasement: to burn eternally in your
every thought does she look
upon me in faces of aversion; her breath,
Such multitudes of sorrow I
would welcome if it meant
only your loving embrace,
yet these woes I shall know
eternal for I still breathe alone.
How the roar of that which
remains untamed brings me
the only joy I this world I
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