come thee to me...

 come thee to me
from the frigid forest holding you hostage
from the frozen tundra of lifeless images
from the cold dark chambers of your heart
the empty streets of your life
from the dark wasteland of lust long forgot
in the empty caverns of your loins

come thee to me
in the whispers of your thoughts
in the shadows of your soul
your fingers’ long lost touch
in the tasteless surface of your tongue
the aching rivers of your yearning
in the scorching heat now burning

come thee to me
take shelter from the storm
warmth from the cold
come thee to me
in thirst and in hunger
sip thy fill from the holy grail
eat from my sweet sweet fruit