essense

your essence oozes upon the page
the wanton of the turmoil
so knightly are the spoils.
to rally the friction of a given war
as night to the morning's light
a balance of naturally right.
such the miter of the angle
slotted within the groove.
all doubt of movement
tight, has been removed.
the ravenous of might
to arthur and merlin 'twas right.
the turns of scented bodies
in the shadow of the candle's glow
womanly yet saintly
a holiness to appear
godliness to fear
throughout the land
may a cry be heard,
the bonding of the flesh
sweating to refresh.
her.
how dreams do mesh.