Close Upon The River Of Jack Frost: Poem by welkin siskin

Take me into the air of your tender beat
where I could listen to the rhythm of your palpitation;
Where your heart sings
memorable rhapsody
and lead me to where my feelings
would have salvation.
Tend me into the pupil of your chary eyes
where my destiny of living lies.
Love me when my robust inklings
are high and bouncy with lustful craving,
And swim with me in the embrace of starving
With boundless feelings and pensive thoughts
Shall we travel miles with utmost bliss;
Shall we ascend up the palisades,
Where secret space of our love hides;
Or above the cliff into the abode
Where we shall discover the tryst
in the sheer island
Or beside the river of Jack Frost
in the warmth of sand
Or in the seductive esplanade shall we get high on
with indelible touch
Or where shall we beat in far and search
The lucid home free of whirlwind daze
Where no sunbeam of bigoted kind
penetrates the cloud and gaze?