Whiskers of Thy Touch

Whiskers of thy touch, weaves
Passion of tears and tides
Cajoling inveterate
The link to thy groove
To cup thy beauty
In my eternal sip, that
Gleam a buoyant bloom
Twinkling my blood stream

All ornamented bearings;
That flesh my wants
Claws my breath

Now, the time comes
To covet my perfunctory wishes
And grow into thy bliss;
Sans any desire
Sans blood and breath

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