How Can I Know Your Truth? Poem by Fate McFate

As my stars embalmed its coruscance
in exhuberance high above;
and though am not an equivocal fellow,
my naive hidebound purity thinks,
am I too deep beneath the desire's
chasm?
I don't mean to flummox
your limpid conscience. Apologies.

This perception I embrace-of you-
is annexed inscriptions of purity;
that's why am your first disciple!
A feeling that I can't contain
my indignant foolishness,
thought of your ecdise.
The only plea I make
is that you'll always shine my loins.