I long, and simply long,
For scent of longest hair, and eyes of furthest stare,
We are but two forms upon this Earth,
With steps so shallow in the mud,
And faces so tranquil,
As though starving buds, with quivering temples,
And blasted bodies,
By the wind and sand.
I am in love, and have remained in love,
With distortion to my eager form.
And, I see yours,
Where pleasure implores,
The widest sweeps,
Upon currents next to shores.
I desire all,
From thy Heavenly form.
I know that God,
Had made artisans of truest intent,
And truest skill,
To sculpt what I see,
In pure and utter beauty.
A face so full of life,
With lashes broken like bent needles,
And eyes that swell tears to their surface,
Alike the geysers of the Western States.
And with two cheeks that beg for kisses,
Against each… I do, with all for you,
And for the future, and for eternity,
That I will nestle my fears into thee,
So that you may cradle them,
Like crying children.
I simply do not want to die,
Before I come upon you, frozen,
Before I had said my goodbye,
Allow me to go,
Before you do go,
As I will vanish,
With heartbeat so slow.