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Lost in a storm of passions unmet,
Flayed by the lash of
Salt-sour tears,
Flesh trembles cruel from the
Raking of the gaze
You do not burn
Into my skin.

Writhing, entwining on wings of
Dank and dreary
Dismayed dreams
And webs asunder,
The howl of the moon is as lonely
And lost
As I
In its bitter perfume,
In its gaping, aching, tightening fury
That oozes agonies silver
'Twixt fingers that grope
For a single kiss
Upon this glistening bud.

Salt mixed with honey,
The desert in oceans
'Midst undulation of
Yearning desire
That dances in dust of fraying hopes
And wipes its soul
On the ghosts of the stars.

I would as lief claim your scorn
As your scorching touch,
For then,
My love,
You might notice me.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.