I have breathed you in through the pours of my soul ,
My quenched skin .
For ours was not of a moon laden with honey ...
It was a moon bursting of steaming fire ,
And saturated of desire .
You coursed though my veins ,
Intermingled with what blood remained .
No longer does my heart pump that vital potion .
Once you bounded to shore
A impassioned force.
And then chose to return it to it,s truer source .
To what do I rush to a tsunami ?
You once enlightened me ,
Swelled me ,
Touched me in all whimsy of a unrestrained embrace .