Vehemence

In unctuous moonlight, saturated under streetlight,          
my eyes met yours          
and devoured them freely -            
            
your restrained flesh stretched across the Winter divide, cloaked in our breath, to my fingers giving shelter to a vice.         I knew it - as Earth is round, grass grows green,            
I'd hang on your words as faithfully as an illusionist on stage.        
I'd wrap your mannerisms as corsets about my ribs, undermeasured,        
constricting with minor agony, daring them to exhale again.            
             
This heart, blue-beating,            
flits as a butterfly born out of habitat,    
at the height of Summer,            
caught, caged in a comfortable hot-house.              
It lives out life with benefits              
to its constitution,            
all is soundness.              
             
Soundness does not make for unrivalled rapture,         
the two exist in worlds unparalleled, jarring against each other inside a forgotten galaxy -  one spins, as if destiny,
connecting impulsive chains of events,     creating mutual destitution or perhaps,
if dared, otherworldly flight,            
another leads to a subdued existence     for us both but the journey is less deadly.
                     
In unctuous moonlight, saturated under streetlight,            
your mind met mine            
and devoured it freely.