Supplication

at the feet of paramour...

To cover thou like morning dew
veils petal, blade, and leaf
and slip betwixt thine psyche 
as some vagabond reverie
reigns effortless
in parity
to taking leave of thee.

My love, behold -
one heart, one tender soul
pines, entreats,
lap at the feet
with tongues
primordial.