Your kisses bring
me the release that
allows my soul its
unenviable freedom
from your glorious
capture.
They are the true
burning spear that
pierces to the well-
spring of my passion.
Even if my lamenting
heart could away from
you, it would never
be so for I am your
captive and it will
ever be so.
As man across the
ages has fought to
maintain his autonomy
against those who
would unjustly snare
his freedom, I fight
to remain your love's
foolish prisoner.
Convicted and caged
within a prison of
my own design and
your creation, I am
content to exist in
the shadow of this
ethereal world as
insubstantive walls
keep me forever
languishing and near.
I, as no man before,
awaits the execution
that is your kiss and
relish the chance to
hold you oh-so-close
and be slain by your
lips, so sweet.
So that, once again,
my soul, in blissful
release will fly free,
as if I have finally
found purchase in...
heaven.