Expedition.

Washing my hands again in fragility,  rough surfaces,  eroded to soft cascade, 

I lay with tempest themes of love, where United tears once played, 

I love him in a fashionable way, his eyes like specks of gold,

I lay with his inside this temple, a template of my soul,

Could he be the variety of loves endorsing quote,  he makes me sound vicarious,  silk movement in my throat, 

To speak of such a lover, would leave my tongue so satisfied,  

And where my eyes they seek to see, his soul eternal light up the night, 
A grand expedition truly  where our bodies, they ignite .