Senses in trance

I raise my eyes to the heavens,

My gaze is lost in the ether.

I implore all the gods

To fill my deserted heart.

I hear the rustling of the leaves,

Murmurs of fleeing desires,

-Resisting the ultimate mourning-

Echoes of my noisy woes. 

I still feel the scent

Of a recent past gone,

Suspicions of a heart like a steamer,

Bubbling and unresolved.

I taste the grooves of your body,

To the joy of your hair 

And my mind, sometimes twisted,

Rejoices at your beautiful pace.

Our fate suffers the anathema

Of a fevered Agora;

Though it be the baptism

Of our fevered alliance.