Yearning

You’ve conspired to pare me as seigneur of your heart
A complement to an exalt I cannot bear to lose

I hear it in the dusky song of your cerulean eyes
The discursive emergence of a Life Genuine to the

Full overbrim of an incarnadine love so
Smoldering, so embraced by your sojourner arms,

A blistering wrap of our souls becomes heated desire
Beyond surfeit to consummate creation of perfection

There can be no poverty of consequence between us
No deprivation can exceed our baleful hearts while

We find the fire of discovery within our pyretic
Amory, a yearning lust simply to ingratiate our past.

We are one now.  Completion.
Perfection.
 
 
© K. James Ribble

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