My deepest place of center is resisting sleep
Pushing away the very notion of rest
I howl at she who would have me for her lover this night
And cast aside anything that comes between the light of she and my skin
And through the veil of fog
Still she glows the white of fresh fallen snow
With watery edges that caress a soul into song
Eclipsing my concerns
That the timbre of my voice not please her
That the curve of my breast bone not invite her
To plunge into my heart space
Consume all that I am
Leaving me as whole as I have ever felt
Since last she was full before me
