Lovesick puppy

Desultory dalliances,
Stripped down passions,
Sipping respite away,
And the quiet of this night,
From the restlessness,
Your cursive lull lends me,
Intertwining with a longing new,
Settling in sombrely,
Beneath the bewitching flux,
Of every brooding follicle,
Of beautiful thought,
Meshed together in this unapologetic,
Saccharine refrain,

In some lonely nook I collapse in,
Somewhere from the sieves of my heart,
This light you turn into,
Resonates throughout this charred,
Fragmented image of a grave inside,
These days I find you,
Dipping your feet down my frame,
Engulfing an extinguishing lilt of sanity,
Or is there really any such thing,
Cause when you're not around,
You are still about,
Plucking away at my despair,
And consuming the noise within,
As our tongues lash and collude,
While your breath breaks into my lungs,
Etching a quaint mural of your name,
Keeping this delirium alive,
By an insincerity untamed.

In between the brief and the elaborate,
My apparition finds itself trapped,
So it's wishful to seek a moment,
To nuzzle into slumber besides you,
And listen to your skin tingle,
As you caress the coldest depths of my sinews,
Dissolving us into null,
Vicarious sighs.

I would tell you more,
If not for the absence of fitting words,
And a fitting man.