As in the midst of verse I found fine glyphs
Incised within the surface of stone
Recounting a foreign tongued swallow of silken words
Turning upon the slow lips to beg
For flesh against the salt of sea so found
In the wet of some midnight dream
That left me spent of dry mouthed curse
whoa...I gotta tell you, you not only amaze, with your stories, but truly make the reader ache for more...this was tremendous, tintilating, mysterious, and full, simply full of open air visuals for the mind to go anywhere with. Marvelous write!