Before I Close My Eyes

A foreign language of touch lingers
upon every brush and every finger  
soft scrolls of wonder gently lain  
caressing visions and erasing pain  
 
Whisp the winds as the candles burn  
Every inch she rests as her body yearns  
 
I kneel down at her alter and prey  
a nocturnal migration of surrender at play
mounds arising from the East and the West
to dwell in such peaks of wealth I behest  
 
Eyes lock as a wanted hunger grows  
nailed to her body with every movement chose  
words unspoken in long rolled tongues  
the hours suffer and I become undone  
 
Rivers rush deep in a valley laid low  
A love, a touch, our needs bestowed