swoon to me, temptation,
a breath that once,
was a shadow,
now a rush of gravity,
free falling in the quiet,
shepherd by ecstasy,
a clairvoyance of dreams,
letting go of the tallow,
reclaiming the infinite,
where dark, no longer,
anchors the flame,
and the pulse awakens,
to the mask of twilight,
where self begins to stir,
pulling velvet closer,
letting the deep take us,
where the currents breathes freely,
and insomnia becomes pleasures.
