Sub rosa

Your lambent touch liberates my mind,
 my consciousness,

How infinite you
are, luminous like
the suns apricity
 against my skin.

I taste
your intention,
its fragrance like hyacinthe, amplifies
my primal awakening 

Challenge me, 
 infuse me
with your philter.
I want to feel the
 pulse of the moon through your
loins as you
occupy my senses
 turning dross to
gold  in Vermillion
fields

Where fragile sough
escapes my lips
 rising to catch
a  sky  for eternity