Through time and space
Are your lips, so sweetly sealed,
kissed with the same gold
that your frame is blessed with?
As I so greedily feast upon the fruit,
Do you, as sun and sound fades,
sense the animal within me?
Through the space of darkest dreams obtained,
Is the memory in the sequence,
Has the appetite touched you,
Have you tasted its sweetness?
And I wonder,
through a new age of light,
Has the fire, with its all consuming warmth,
taken you as its victim?