Drop your wings, Lift yourself up, without the feathers, In complete heaviness. Light has blessed you, I have wept you loose, to spread a gleam Across your entire form Dreaming of the last cross to ever claim the Saint. Will you speak Without a voice? I love, as I have lusted over Breasts, with my merciful viewing Of their two waving orbs, Like flesh that nests against the spillage Of greater sweeping porcelain. You have hips as round As the Earth is known, for its curvature. I wander your extent Down to where the forest beholds a fragrance Between two stemming legs Where flowers can bloom from roping vines About the beautiful skin. When you breathe, Make sure to sigh out the notes For our two faces, present In the light of our love, Within the fires of our lust. Our image is the moon, As we make love until the rest of noon.