Lullabys in A minor
Without seeing
I feel your presence
Silent.
Electric.
This craving.
Against my chest
I want your essence
In the center
Sweetly syllabic
You intone
Perfect cacophony.
This storm
Of epiphany,
I am your muse
Never bowing
Always listening
My king
I feel everything.
You imbue
Perfect resonance.
Craving your lips
Yet, unseen.
My dreams
Encase
This revery....
This craving.
