Depth of desire.

His sophisticated touch shot through the fog.
Blending its whisp into whispers of love.
Compassionate caress he taught with tender repetition.
His varied repertoire: a Godly vision yet all inclusive a competition.
To be seen...lovingly to be seen...free from guilt... to be unseen...with fresh eyes to be seen.
By the light of love to be known anew.
To start again yet end with this ubend of collateral damage weighty...unbalanced time...a pitch fork fight in a military war.
A newborn farm in a forest of vines.