Her symphony of sighs,
Desire her demise,
Stand there for me —
The choir of her cries,
The embers in her eyes,
Kneel there for me —
Into one entwined,
Amid torrid wraps,
As her chains unbind,
As his walls collapse;
In harmony she heaves
She asks and she receives
Lay still for me —
Glissant her gasp, her groan,
Therion on her throne,
Rise over me —
In this sea of sin,
Drenched in rain and sweat,
Free the muse within,
Cast aside regret;
Berceuse her bated breaths,
Defiled, debased to death,
Sink unto me —
Her raptures, rhapsodies,
Despairing to dehisce,
Soar free for me.
