Passion’s entrapment

There is no explaining it
how my hands in finger joints 
in loose expectation to elbow and shoulder
crave and ponder
the empty space which was you
some involuntary response
to thoughts so naked
a soft entrapment of desire
and rides a rapid of heart beats
but provides me unsated

And I cannot excuse this ache in my limbs
nor the restless unquiet of my bed
as my arms fumble in my sleep
just to feel you laying where
as oppressive night for empty day begins
and set a rigmarole of wishes through my head 
saying patience please hold me in your castle-keep
but to thoughts so naked
presses me to your body
and in your breathless brings me there

No resistance
no fortitude
and no care to protect myself
as I tumble through my pitfall of you
your missing voice echo
and in silence demands it’s listening
I can hear you
as in the roots of my finger tips
feel you, touch you
these thoughts so naked
so impetuously vulnerable

No there is no explaining this craving of muscle
or this anticipation lingering in my soul
this extent of longing
this ignited cleft in my heart
and by mysteries desperation 
chains me to your eyes
drives me ever to consenting
forever expecting this
the press of your lips upon mine

The whirl of your nakedness
to passion 
so...
impetuously vulnerable