Petals with textures of full moons
sensations tingle like the hands
of grandfather clocks
apathetic to cobwebs
procreated through decades
marred by dolor
strange repercussions
groove across pebble stones
flames leap from pages
a tale of voodoo incense

A legacy fornicated with our horizon

An abstract painting of foreign tales

Many daring eyes attempt interpretation

Not long did their knees last before

eyebrows rose with a streak of mystery

caught within the silhouette of vanity

calendars of regret; vessels of blight

Damp energy descends
from skyline prophecies
an irresistible souvenir
laced with infatuation
the gentle, yellow moans
the way they mirror
streetlights and flies
the friction of blue moons

A warm front beseeched her
Sweet vocals of glittering jazz
I fell into the intricacies of riddles
Chasing the pavement of cultures
Upon her breath.
Had our tongues even met?
A memory impossible to worship
The echoes of dragon fire
searing at the base
of my tonsils
A sea surfing current of hurt,
yet a pleasurable hurt
an enjoyable suffering

A fecundity of plight precipitates
And as each second lapses
The vibes ascend
With theatrical depth
Though steadily she refrains
To refine her adamant tones
Whilst I dissolve
within estuaries of helotry

As daylight transpires
I peek whilst marveling
If I shall ever procure my stance
Everywhere I may tread
Along the astral patterns
Sagacity reclines
Though eyes may never see
Beyond the facade

The anomalous dismount
Fostering strange colours
Terminus