We dance our Lust as Breaths

Against Frosted Windows

To Disappear and Reappear

Longing in Hallows of Ecstasy



Lingering in Hollows of Agony

with Welts of Passion

and Dispassion

Lachrymose and Desultory



We repose upon Eiderdown and Desire

And Smoke Dreams of Fire

And Drink Wine of Desolation

With No Consolation between

Bouts of Frenzy envious of the

Moments Before