"CORNUCOPIA"

The moon tempered
Sauntering in a daydream haze
My skin feverish in your embrace
Left spellbound as a moth to light
To be discharged would be
My soul's demise
Beyond the metaphysical me
Descending into the subconscious
Inclining to sate and replete
Shall we traverse the domain
Of our zeal
Your voice entices to feel
Succumbed to the imploring
Of my sentiment stilled
Driven by the entombment of it all
Unsound and in thrall
With indignation 
There is torment so deep
A space where time can't reach
We must clamber to breathe
To fulfill what is written
To plunge, spill, feed
A divine decree