Traces of an eternal flame

Fingers flesh out desire
Tease then set her soul on-fire.
He then traces of an eternal flame
Without anymore/ claimants
Without anymore/ resistance
She does call out his name?

Love is their torch light
Sleep, their only dark partite
Singly; they are but one.
One-starry sky, a jarred,
One-landmass; one ocean,
Underpinned like a mansard.

She is his north his east
His west and south…
Together they’ll out exist.
All other chief lusts of drought
“Bract in a dripping-stem of salt
Tell, who” could find them at fault.