I must know what stirs the storm raging within you

I must intertwine myself with the passions you endure

The flight of fancies that elevate your pulsating vigor

The sinews that encase your lifeblood

I must know what makes your toes curl

Which fingers trace their way into the grasp of your phenomenal roots

The essence of the breath you elicit from your lungs to the undeserving earth

The drumbeat of your heart, reverberating with the primal pull of need, yet unspoken

Your words dance on my ears like loose petals in the wind

Your voice strikes rhythm, like fear, into my languishing heart

A muse borne from charged visions of internal turmoil

Carousing blindly in a devastating heat

O’ luminous wonder of mine,

With eyes as cavernous as the hole from whence I rose

Hands outstretched, grasping at fire-tinged limbs, longing for skin to skin

I must know what fuels your desire, what makes you ache with pleasure and sin