And from this well of self,
I take but momentary inspiration.
For the pages of your soul
lie open
to this consumation.
In my eyes you see
the light of this ...
your destination.
Come, my love,
and soothe my irritation.
Lick my drops
of passion blood;
and cool my conflagration.
We will be one
in all the reach of time
if you submit
once more to me ~
a gift ...
dark and sublime.
