There should be more than this

We never knew what winds
came, we never
saw her ragged edges
oozing, slithering
crawling to where
He needed. she kept
asking, crying slowly
till he looked,
again, to her.

Flashed eyes and smoky glimpses
of little wordy pleadings
she came often, whenever
He called, but
never stayed
she knew he wanted it
yet he asked not

Creepings are such slow torments
needings are such slight ripples
bindings are such tightly woven strands
wantings are so slight a desire
hopes can be spouting frothings
flesh swollen, reddened quivers delicately

Flowers pistils petals stamens
all hold her essence for him