Invasion

Where is there left, some corner of my universe
that I have not led you by the hand
to let you into my secret gardens
my clandestine coops and uncommon lairs,
where once I alone had stood and stared?

What nifty niche, a shady lady bower
that you've met, that you thought yours
milked solitary her solace in some hidden
scented arbour, safe from intruding eyes
that you'd drawn me also deep within
to huddle tight in hushed retreat
as we spy ruinous world rush by?

There are no more blossoms,unfurled
through ravage of blue iced storms
that we'd left unplundered, unworshipped
nose deep in loaded headiness
of their midsummer's fragrance.
There is no more glorious scorch by sunlight
no shimmered showering by moonbeams
nor shivering walk through cloudbursts
that had not baked, quaked
slaked us in equal measure
till we are murdered by giddying laughter
slaughtered by silent heartache
till, soul entwined, cups wanton overflowed
in the sweet collision of our mad, sane worlds.

Beloved, never leave, uncleave!
For I cannot be bared again solo
in gardens, bowers or tables
where your absence casts no shadow,
where missing notes of your passion
your press of palms, might cast me
hellbound for a long forgotten void.
Declare sweet warfare on all my domains
and unleash our mutual, unending invasions.