Poem to a love that never existed

From harping like banshees,
To moaning gingerly as bird calls.
We sing a song of varied timbre
Wrapped in bed sheets
You give life to these old bones
So much energy undulating,
undulating.
I am elated-no ecstatic
To a height where joy is banal
And its energies tangible
glowing and velvet
sweet to the tongue
soft to the touch
and always easy on the eyes.
I am evoked by your chant.
My spirits rise like baking bread
The heat of your heavy lidded stare,
Sends me wandering just far enough to miss you.
Until I am reeled back in
And drawn to your core
Where I pierce you deep
And lick at the crease That your lips form when lying asleep