Intangible more ...

I want the intangible more

The un-burnt hells and the unscathed heavens

Stormed out words raging from within you

Hail and cloudbursts of your glorious soul

The calm of restless fingers in mine

The peace that comes with you sighs

I want the intangible more

The clasping pieces of your piecing heart
The washed out words said under your breath

The presses and pulls on your carefully carved ribs

Havoc born from your salvation looks

Slow smiles of unreformed sin

I want the intangible more

Terrors of lonely bodies

Wandering hands in a known strange night

The ravaging kisses of fingertips on skin

The un-quenched lust of your eyes

The soft moans and the loud gasps

I want the intangible more.