Baptize Her Soul

Baptize her soul; electrify her spirit; for beloved, a treasured
Fortune. It’s magic, my love, unto shunga visions. And oceanic
Eyes, such terror, the torch of plight. Thus mystic this trance, a flaming
Prayer. Whereby atwitter, my ardent soul, for beloved, a sacred
Shrine. Thus, open my heart, seduce majesty—infuse heaven; and
Tarry, my love; cast the anchor—the soul is yearning. And dance the
Emerald dream. Imbue the clouds. For beauty, a twilight dance.
And melody, a fervent gait, the ache of my soul.

Baptize her soul; electrify her spirit; for beloved, a sacred pearl. It’s
A vibrant motion, this sudden inrush—and she appears a florid vision.
My love, a private paradise; wherefore emotion soars; and selfhood
Deeply affected; thus, my inmost spirit, courts divinity. But the flame
Is fatal; thus, I perish affliction; but I tamper the poison, unto folly;
And I dare armor the soul, if only to satiate love.