Yet I Don't Know Why As Of Late

Yellowing flowers lacking our lust, dying in the sun I intrepdiy intervene in your interlude, Inescapable, inevitably, I fall in love with your melody Divinity in motion, I say a prayer with your every step Tell the Deacon I won't be at Mass I've been to your sermon already No need for another Kinderly, you take my body Caress me, as if I am as your own Knowing, I am faulty Accentuating your curves, I associate your smile with the curve of the moon Smile, lest we can't kiss another day Offending my soul, You fade to black I leave my body My soul, resides on another plane Of course, I'm alone again Loathing the interworkings of my life Like a bothered butterfly You flee Leaving me to my own devices Yet, I don't know why, As of late