The Loveliest Sin

Once again,

I find myself burning.

It is a visceral longing,

A rabid craving.

Stomach turning

Gasping, lurching,

I am suffering

Withdrawals

Of a substance

I've never consumed,

The damned 

Affliction

Of an unfulfilled

Sin.

For she is 

The unreachable

Horizon,

The diaphanous 

Stratus.

Not the storm,

But the lightning.

Not the fire,

But the match.

How inebriating

Is the hunger for something

Wrongfully unholy,

Wholly unreachable.

How tragically 

Exhilarating

Is the fanatical chase

Of my own tail.

For the mere hope

Of a breath

Of her love

Could implore me

To run off the edge 

Of the earth.

That even in the shadow

Of death itself,

Her tender flame

Would compel

Me to live

One day more.