Beyond the Veil

I tiptoe into my very own heart,

Beating a rhythmic lub-dub,

Reminiscent of a tender being,

That frequents my desirous nightmares,

A black cape over a silky black coat,

Blinds and binds my remnant senses,

Clouds my conviction with smoky fear,

Strange manifestations, my pinings transform,

To a thriving living form,

And curls quite like a feline scarf,

Around the breadth of my icy feet,

Like mink on a coquette neckline,

In my mind, On my lap her I seat,

To caress the epitome of brood,

Trembling fingers over luxurious hide,

Adorned with zeal and lethargy the same,

And assure myself of her fragility,

My end and my means........