Sultry

Blessed be,
This,
Heavenly,
Magnificent,
Form.

Blessed be,
The,
Sweet,
Sultry scent,
Of neck in neck.

Blessed be,
The,
Sweetest taste,
Of something,
So delicate.

Cursed,
We are,
To lust,
To love,
To linger.

Cursed,
We are,
To pine,
To long,
To want nothing more.

Cursed,
In essence,
To devour,
To tease,
To pause.

Entwined,
We are,
Cursed,
To crave,
Forever more,
And more.

Into the deep

It's a strange feeling,
Not being able to cry,
Stumbling along,
Almost numb.

It's a displacing sensation,
Nothing quite as sweet,
Nothing quite as sour,
Feeling dis-empowered.

It's that hollow in my center,
That knot in my stomachs pit,
That niggle in my neck and back,
That whisper on the icy wind.

It's nothing like anything,
And a lot like nothing,
It's not quite loss,
It's something significantly more.

It's a pale shade of greyish brown,
A delusional conversation,
A hankering for something paranormal,
Something spiritual, something, anything at all.