Terminus

Terminus

Is this your search concluded,
To find her, then situate her transcendent?
Pin her to your ink-black sky
Beyond reach, she's blending into shadow
Christen her inviolate and imprison her in
Isolation

Why should a woman's lips be so sacred,
Her soul and body so sanctified?
Cage her in your gray-dusk distortions
Conceal her imperfections behind a veil of separation
Profess her sublime paradise, your celestial captive,
Deified

When will you make her your Mecca,
Release her to your sphere, close the physical space?
Diminish the distance to flesh on flesh
Rub against her faults, sink inside her shortcomings
Speak her name paramour, earthly ecstasy
Complete.



That was the last thing I wrote before I lost the muse. I want it back.