Your viridescent skin.
That scent of jade lucidity.
The feel of wormwood’s lips.
Bless with their licorice kiss.
How I long to burn all my,
sacrine prayers above you.
While trembling fingers trace.
Lines of beaded anticipation.
Loving you stays worldly pain.
Drinking you deeply gifts sanity.
Days and nights, I will walk with you.
By grace of your distilled Salvation.