wrenched from the silent reveries that guise my naked past
resisting the forces which gather about me to stoke undying flame
compassionate touches lift me from the pain so broad and vast
when did I know him before, and what was his name?
fevered comes the pitch of night unbridled in his arms
delirium bringing me from the known until the throes of immortal trace
defiled by all the winsome hungers in the feast of his brutal charms
where have I loved him before, when did I last see his face?
solace ever fleeting now to come like fire into wretched flesh
somber comes the whispers the intertwining limbs do weave
beneath his calm veneer is something primal, dangerous
clawing at its cage, barely restrained, a moment's reprieve
demanding, as he leans to place the softest kiss upon sweated brow
what did I give him before, and what would I not give him now?
