VIXEN pleas

Recede into your shell for my love shall batter you
It shall whisk you out of the permanency of comfort
It shall bring down rains in salt
And soak up each one of your memory.

Memories, far, far away that rest in your eyes
Shall surrender to me
A nimbus shall descend
And I shall rain love

I shall invoke more pain
Conjuring to rest ‘midst, dreams, broken
I shall walk the forbidden
Whispering the chants, long forsaken

Wounded, and still falling prey
To my innermost feelings
I have entered your zone of sanctity
To rest the demons and find my peace

Dreaded misgivings in full bloom
Thoughts, in a hailstorm, unsettled
Withering hopes, as I stand helpless
Is all I have to give.