Advocation

Bring me into your oblivion, show me through the gates of your mount Olympus or give me crumbs of broken bread to feed my happiness.

Sign the petition for the moaning crisp to bring my heart into complete surrender, for i am to you as the rampaging lovers are to Aphrodite bedside.

Shed away the now thinning fabric holding my thoughts within confinement. sterilize my imperfections and conceive the seven sins into my lungs let me bring out their desires.

I must touch you, feel you and deceive your angst into lust. recharge your obsessions and carry out your calculated fantasies.

I want to bring my longing out of frustration and devour my fear and the chaotic accusations. 

And although i can never find my true saturation i deem to feel perfection in your alterations...

                    for I

                            will always

                                        miss you more....