LESS THAN KIN...poem

less than kin and more than kind

dear sister of my flesh

with fleeting glance and batted eyes to me no more content

of wayward thoughts and hastened exit

do we yearn for that we know

your vision mine and smell so sweet

perfume to deviant eyes

alone you're mine in dreams

at least

for now thats all i have

i breathe to you what words

cannot

to speak should be my death

the silk your body uncarressed

with raptured hands i seek

to be my own my tender flesh

to taste alas no more

for when your eyes gaze

into mine we are less than kin and more than kind

to rapture we unfold

to sin to die to sleep no more

in welcome arms

you fall

we touch as angels devils less

than kin and more than kind