"Antecedent"

There exists in it 

A desire 

An overwhelming yes 

And no. 

The need for 

Subtle grandeur 

A call to 

Exquisite beauty

From purple tongues 

And misguided 

Words of passionate 

Unyielding. 

Tiring, it 

Falls into readied 

Arms and legs 

Of fermented faith. 

That sweet courage 

Smelling of

Familiarity and amiable 

Discourse 

Will, in time 

Run its course 

Into darkened woods 

Of impossible shades. 

Do not taste 

That forgone fruit 

That lifeless meal 

That never satisfies. 

It must sleep 

As it must 

Always lay 

It must sleep.