wherever your face ignites my eyes
there is a nest for silent moments unbound
heartfelt escapes from the wilderness of wasted years
you are forever saving me from the fog of others
wrapping lucid fingers round my spine

in the hollow time, before your hair,
your skin and your burning mind
there were only the deserts of space
i foolishly pretended to twist
the sand neath by bored feet of feathered glove
always awonder of the dim evening cloak
of your arms enveloping me

future echos i did breathe
now i am unwound completely
your legs my castles clutch
you are the haunting of all my years
beating sweetly on my neck.