Perfect

He Withheld collateral'
to subsist, to initiate,
but in turn his analysis
was "hard to resist"
the temptation of a beautiful aphrodisiac as she'd be'
the fruit of the most poisonous contorted and slightly bashful tree,
drifted alone many nights
 to a lucid imagination
 hoping she'd see,
through the burrows of his eyes,
the four letter string hanging'
he'd everlastingly keep inside..
if you hadn't known you would've believed
they'd be parted by a continental divide
if you never had hope, you be just as lost
when the actions didn't reside in your favor
and you'd have to learn how to cope

now opened eyes
He awoke,
stirring' an artist,
consumed by the divine amenities as love
exemplified by reasons,
that are not uncharacteristic of' but if his life 'was a work of art'
his thoracic cavity would be the chamber door
and she'd be the one rapping at his very core,

"Let me in!"
 he'd hope she'd scream
another case of hoping she’d say what he had only envisioned in the confines of his mind.

For no man's love,
could survive even with her clipped wings
but that was the beauty of it all,
and he'd have to let her sing
even if that meant losing everything he ever dreamed.