And into your dark I wander

The gentle oscillation
    of your oculus cilium  
                                 
touched   
              my plasma ~
                           
through the ossein,
                                   
seeping into my marrow,
     
as
              your redolence
      cultivates within me as a  
halcyon whisper....
      
      shifting my polestar  
to rest my insecurities  
     upon the warmth of your bosom  
 
still ~
 
            these chimerical cerebrations reside  
          only in my feral reveries  
                                 
            so I may freeze  
my mimeo radix  
    within your titillating palpebra
 
ransacking  
           your sleeping moksha
                   
  crying,
         havoc  
        in the stung hours
with absinthe laden seconds  
   handcuffing  
        fleeting moments
      
     only then,
 
will your tertiary lantern  
        succumb  
to the nano-nictate
          of our arrondi
hypopnea.
     
 It pangs abyssally....  
   
like a lavaliere lynching  
                levigating my gladiolus  
as my quintessence  
   is dragged into the fangs  
       of your reverence,
 
and into your dark  
      my scars  
           leave petals of poetry  
to fester  
    until......
                   a crippled dawn.