Famine

Logic
That cold and unwavering freind
Loyal to the end
Stronger even then my very heart
That synonym for my love for you

Against the blackness of night
and the cruelty of a peircing ocean breeze
you let me hold you.
Pleasure not known for ages,
the mere embrace.
And like an image from Klimt,
I cradled your head close to my chest.
Slowly nuzzling and melding
Sounding into the deepest sea of intimacy.

Again, I was where dreamt.

Logic says,
"Dearest Elissa,
Siren of Anatolia
Queen of Carthage
The borders of my heart are boundless
and of depth without end
Yours for the sounding
Please don't paint my heart green
or cash in on my emotion.
Please don't say that "That" kiss was for not".