The fogs of thirst

Again the fog rolled in
Such wisping mysteries
Breathing, I inhaled
Its venal majesty
Into the vault I stormed
That sordid cave of stone
Within my ravaged chest
The heart, I call mine own
Wisping still, it sank
Into the seasoned bricks
Alighting soon a flame
amidst the furtive pit
Holding you I wallowed
like distant, chiming bells
List'ning to the voices
from neath the fog, bewail
While looking to your eyes
I felt as if you warned
that I too might be swallowed
Within the fickle storms
Yet still I listened aptly
To dirges from the fog
Telling me to kiss you
To break the signs I saw
Pervading thro' your eyes
To not appease the urge
not loud enough, my conscience
To rise above the dirge
My hand, however shyly,
Massag'd your supple breast
The louder, wailed the requiem
Secrets our lips confessed
Meshing didst we crash
melting in a kiss
Upon the oceans of regret
Mine heart began to twist
As our lips reshaped
To seprate faces, I
Looked to see the features
Of a child round your eye
Sinner didst I cry
To my own convictions; weak
knowing that the fogs
Had tricked mine heart to seek
The comfort in your arms
However wrong, felt right
And sin became renewal
that foggy, moon-kissed night