Willful celibacy

Come on then -  
give me belt loops,  
unfilled button holes,  
body kissed by corvids,  
the dusk still dusting bones,  
serve me  
shreds of something mystic,  
concoctions silvered bare,  
be unprotected, unevolved,  
howl below the moon,  
give me longing  
left in private,  
hammer against lost walls,  
indulge until we're disquiet,  
unqualified for human intent,  
kiss me softly  
between full length mirrors,  
feral as the clock passes one,  
give me unspoken words that quivered,  
the growl behind your tongue,  
go biting where's whitened,  
frozen in absence of you,  
or don't -  
just don't,
you must have so much else to do.