Gift of Soul

Such a thrumming light, and heart-deep infatuation. Her aura
Is pearl; and such fantast views; and such bondage: such
Marvelous bondage. We cloak passion; and chat roses; and
Something thumps: we call it chemistry; and such sanctuary.

I caught a tear; but not to touch; for love—so verboten. She
Dines a pearl, and bats an eye; and something tender tips a
Toe: “What is this life—this station—this in between?—and
Don’t answer.” We drift the silent sea, and thrum a wing; but

Something mourns: something felt: something soul. A hand
Reaches and grips a wrist; and we listen, torn; and desert sin,
Blows a brier; and mythic lips, touch the past; and present
Joy, a memory pained; and sore regret, a morning smile; and
Never this wave; and ever this flame; and steps to take, a step
Was taken; and soul to give, the gift of soul.