Wanton until

Wanton until the

Noonlight spills

In the room, her

Gaze set slow

Transfixing.

Languid roiling

Nerves that fill

And fall and soar

And lumber.

Sacred sensual

Hungry for nought

For expire, inhale

And fill.

Til the morning, oh

The morning

Distant light

Trafficked

Through the sill

Of my soul

And I'm healed.