A Tantaric Feeling

Desire a vision
With mystery eyes
Soft, like a storm
Engaging inside

It prickles the beat
Of a bloody tie
Knotted note by note
Errupting in silence

Craving a sight
To be, as to see
To think, as to sin
Noted in pleasure

Gates of sound
Pursed so tightly together
Enduring the stench
Of a sweet melody

Timidly biting
Ripping and tearing
A drop from a lip
Slips onto another

Prohibited night
Flaming the darkness
Devours fading stars
Echoing screaming

Eroding beyond
Looping in a mindlessly matter
Imperil adherence
Awakening dreamer