No return

Haunting capricious shadow,    
we fall through the dark weave        
of our fire side,      
intoxicated by plump aromas      
smeared as a balm      
that tasted of our trembles.      
       
Each ripe movement devoured        
by a hunger born in its truest form      
where primitive scent    
is tongue traced,        
pressed beneath the weight      
of the underworld.