you breathe into me and I know

 
a thousand intimate encounters is not enough
when it comes to you...

we come together in the art of soul
within a oneness not understood by human
there is no language to disturb the solemn silence

a tangible feeling unfolds
it alters us
we seek to grasp it, that feeling, to capture it
it comes and it goes leaving us on the floor gasping

it hurts the void

the pain of knowing you is unending
I will never taste you with touch
I ache in my vow, to remain chaste of faith

I utter parables of want to your desire
in hopes you will understand me and know my need

a greed so great I break when you reach in
then withdraw your favor