Halls of the Dark Muse

Before You

Your love breaths into me;
I throw myself against you;
it cannot be contained in words.

There is no form of expression
for the rage of feelings
clashing together.

Our passion is like the sound of drums;
I am only free when chained to you,
while we dance to primitive rhythms.

Naked selves which hide nothing
from each other, let us unleash
ourselves to all the desires
we hold within.

While our souls dance in the ethereal,
and our hearts beat in unison
let our bodies know each other
in all their secret places.

I am before you,
for here is the only place I belong;
your name upon my lips,
I shall show you all the things
that cannot be said.