[pre]My core fled
and escaped to her hand,
and the mere thought
of her beauty
chills me with its reality;
I fear my iniquity,
my avid seed.
If to be encloaked in
limbs of her is
a dream, then I shall
live by wisps and
speak in coughs.
Residing in my
deceit is a space of
lore and lock, where my
truth slumbers and
encumbers my instinct
with its wise moans.
My mind is agape with
confusion at the splendor of
Else.[/pre]
