Wraith d'Sensua

A whisper of presence
a quest for the untouched particle;
a subtle substance divine interplay
sweetly and softly stir the mad dance
of passions driven still

Such enchantments wreak
the imagination of its own
wretchedness, and that
loose the soul free-- unbound
of every other care than to be

Surrounded within the night
and a supernatural cause of
perturbation of the soft membrane
and sympathetic system that
fed the heart its own fresh air

In slight return, and a rush of blood
and a brushed-flaw of the eye,
stricken and blind to every other
sense borne aloft in the fierce intensity
that once had fed gravity into the earth
now fed the air

Such wretchedness wreaks
the imagination of its own
enchantments; and that bind
the soul to such restlessness--
under the weight of such desire

There have been but a sparse
few times for which the human
touch of speak-easy tone
excited the night winds with
such electricity and sorrows

A gluttony of contempt and
the suffocation of rage by a
negative charge of atoms, filling
the lungs with such gross addictions
to malice-- that nothing innocent
can never seem so harmless as death

Its reaction is always taut, and immune;
with no pause beneath
a new and sparkling heaven,
shimmering in black and white

A silent closure-- the eye
stands still peering beyond
the unknown mechanics
of some another tomorrow,
bleeding life

Dressed in some new shadows,
I am content to become your devil tonight--
Open a night window and feel my breath
passing through an evening dress

Such enchantments wreak the
imagination of its own wretchedness,
and that loose the soul free-- unbound
of every other care than to succumb...

to sleep, and those breathless
dreams that may come for you,
taking you beyond what you had
ever known before

Such wretchedness wreaks the
imagination of its own enchantments;
and that bind the soul to such restlessness--
born under the weight of desire.