Hapax legomenon

 The cracks of my body radiate a burning bush on my bed
as it sways perfectly to the pungent odor of my golden breathes
while scorching your legs.

Inside its warm stamens swims the promise for our safe traveling.
High and low operations; the floorers of impulsion paths,
mouthing about tiles of self illumination
and fuming pillows rearranged to alienate a neglect.

Shackles manipulating my wrists but nurturing
reaping cable lines between acrophobic spots,  
fought to stash away love concussions,
altogether too insightful to be ignored.

Pose the difficulties,
but then risk at hushing them cunningly away,
for all that has been gained has absolutely nothing further to say.