As You Speak Of

As you speak I hear you tendered Your words smooching sweet so your thought whistles to the grin being triggered by your dream. to over power me in all countenances when revered by your lustful craving like swelling of the sea high splashing impinged by the tide in moonlit night. if you cannot trust me for a while you may not see me thrumming on your lips in your dream spouting as promised by the clock tickling. the darkness may wrap us into the emptiness keeping us veiled like dark clouds to the sun so our love in its room would be ragged to ruin like a whining bird out of its own delusion. lest you may be riled upon your love hurting me hurtful rocking you within too as I would lambaste of my love to the wind kissing the dream yet touching your swing. when I become dreamless in ensuing spring and your belief starts to deter you apart dithering your desire deny you of my love yet bewailing and our love happens to be a crescent moon hanging in the hinges of the sky yet defiled.