Consume
by Jonas Hyde

I bestir to her essence,
burned within my psyche,
whilst longing for her touch.

Darkened princess,
she who consumes my thoughts,
nay my soul.

I strain for her,
for hair of chocolate rivers,
for the scent that entrances me,
for the eyes that pierce my depths.

Her voice gives me meaning,
as I yearn,
as I long for more of her victuals.

To exist within her heart,
to perish within her arms,
such are my sacred appeals.

Yet my entreaty is the Tempter’s gift,
a tainted endowment,
for I consume the wine of our passion alone.

I curse the solitude of this love.

To subsist in ignorance may not be as sweet,
tho’ surely,
would not be as bitter,
just with verity I can be sure,
such a life,
would be a sin of breath.

Thusly I step,
my umbrageous path illuminated by my Evening Star,
my intimate suffering mended by the salve of my muse.

I implore you,
consume my love,
for you consume me my love.